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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Harry_Styles/Original_Female_Character(s),
      Louis_Tomlinson/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Imogen_Poots_-_Character, Johanna, desmond
      styles, Liam_Payne
  Additional Tags:
      Internalized_Homophobia, Dark_Harry, Smut, Age_Difference, harry_is_29,
      Louis_is_17, Consensual_Underage_Sex, High_School_Student_Louis, First
      Meetings, Dating, Cheating, Infidelity, Marriage, Past_Child_Abuse, Slow
      Burn, Alcohol, Drunk_Louis, Misunderstandings, Crossdressing_Louis,
      Domestic_Violence, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Dubious_Consent, first_time_gay
      sex, Top_Harry, Bottom_Louis, Oral_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Non-Famous
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-18 Updated: 2018-03-30 Chapters: 12/? Words: 28210
****** It's Different ******
by WithallthisDelusion
Summary
     Caught between his wants and needs, Harry Styles struggles to succeed
     at anything. He is torn between the idealised image of marriage and
     children, and the desperate needs that pollute his mind. He doesn't
     know what is normal as his muscles tense with hope to sprint, but
     instead he is restrained by his own childhood fears.
     Abandoned at a young age, Louis struggles to divide his love between
     his mum and boyfriend when a new stranger enters his life that could
     either leave or stay.
     ___
     Or the one where Harry runs from his marriage to live at Louis's
     mum's house (with a young Lou)
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
The bathroom tiles used to be plain white before Harry’s boot scuffed them as
he dropped to his knees. The water for the bath was gushing desperately,
filling the wide bath as fast as it could. Her soft fingers twirled around
Harry’s dark curls, tangling his styled and gelled hair.
Imogen’s leg was hanging over Harry’s shoulder, as his lips pressed gentle
kisses along her inner thigh. His hand splayed over her stomach, slipping down
as his finger lightly pressed along her clit. She was so wet he could feel it
slick up his fingers as he teased the sensitive skin. “Harry.” She keened,
tugging at his hair. He nuzzled his cheek along her thigh before he hesitantly
licked at her entrance. He leaned back to stare up at her, seeing closed eyes
and soft blonde hair tumbling delicately over her shoulder.
He pushed his tongue inside her, as he moved a hand to her waist to better
angle her hips. Her breaths came out rushed as she leant back against the sink,
gripping tightly onto Harry to hold her balance. He breathed out through his
nose, ghosting her bare skin with goosebumps.
The bath tub began to overfill as it streamed over the edge. Growing a puddle
that soaked through Harry’s black jeans. He ignored the growing discomfort of
the hard tiles as he drew lazy circles with his tongue. He pushes a finger
inside, before adding a second. He pushed in deeper, wishing he had time to
have his dick inside her instead. His hand moved to hold her legs open as he
flattened his tongue and dragged it up towards her clit, while continuing to
tease her insides with his fingers.
She moaned and ground her hips down to meet him. “Hey hon?” She whined, her
voice breathless.
“Yes baby.” He whispered against her skin, licking long strips.
“Did you feed the cat?”
“Fuck,” He pulled back, “Forgot.”
“Harry you need to feed him at the set time,” she shifted her hips back against
the sink “If he misses a single serve, his treatment won’t work.” Imogen
complained.
He leaned back on his heels, looking up at her pissed off face. Her blue eyes
glared at him before catching sight of the flooded bathroom behind him.
“Harry!” She shouted.
“I’m late for work, Immi.’” Harry defended as he pushed himself to stand and
turned away as Imogen started draining the bath.
Harry stepped into the kitchen, grumpily opening a prestigious tin of cat food
and sitting it on the floor. He washed his hands and wiped down his chin,
staring at the dark patches on his knee caps and the wilting hard on in his
jeans. He returned to the bathroom to find Imogen sitting in the bath tub,
starting to wash her hair. He ignored the glare she gave him as he grabbed his
toothbrush and started cleaning his teeth.
“Don’t forget about this afternoon.” Imogen muttered ambiguously. Harry sighed,
turning to face her as he shrugged his shoulders in question. Her lips pressed
in a tight line, as her eyes darkened in anger. “I have two days before my
ovulation occurs, I’m entering my fertile window.”
Harry spat the toothpaste out, “Of course, I know.” He urged, leaning over the
sink to rinse out his mouth. “I’ve been fucking blue balls for weeks now.”
“Is that all you care about? Getting off?” Imogen spat, as she crossed her arms
over her chest, covering her breasts and lifting a leg to hid her sex.
“Immi for fucksakes, I love you. Of course I fucking love you.” He rinsed the
toothbrush before returning it on the sink. “I’m just stressed with work and
need a break.”
“You need a break? I’m on three different types of hormone replacements. I
visit the doctors and eat nothing but fucking salads for months.” She shouted.
“How about a fucking thank you Imogen, thank you for cutting back on alcohol
and cigarettes, even though I’m no fucking help because I still smoke two
fucking packs a week.”
“Look I can’t do this right now, I’m so fucking late I gotta’ go.” Harry
pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll be home this afternoon, we can talk
then.” He quickly turned out of the bathroom and tied a scarf around his neck
as Imogen shouted at him.
“We’re not talking, we’re fucking.” Her voice echoed around the tiled bathroom
as Harry shut the front door tightly behind him.
 
***
 
The power had gone out for 40 minutes, causing massive system failures that
Harry had to sort out. Files had been deleted and records lost, as some
dickheads didn’t save the information onto the main hard drive.
Harry had just finished filling out a chart of all the things lost in the power
shortage, when Holly, his personal assistant placed a mug of coffee on his
desk. Her hand stayed pressed to the table, so Harry looked up from her blue
painted nails along her tanned arm to see her wide golden eyes staring at him
under heavy lashes. “I made you a coffee, you look like you need it.” She
sweetly giggled at him.
“Thanks.” Harry spoke briefly, flicking through a new documents on his desk.
“These,” Holly rested her elbows against the desk, leaning over and revealing
her cleavage through the gap of her shirt. “Are from the Paris stores,” She
shifted her legs, lifting her hips up as she showed off her perfectly arched
back. “They didn’t receive their delivery before the Christmas buzz.” She
flicked her eyes up at him, licking her lips, “A lot of calls from them.”
“I’ll contact the delivery company.” Harry said, looking away at the paper to
avoid glaring at her stretched out body.
“Okay Harry, let me know if you need anything else.” She whispered, as she
picked up the telephone and typed in the number for the delivery company before
letting it rest undailed over his shoulder. She turned and strutted down the
hall as Harry watched feeling a bit stunned.
He dropped the phone to the desk as he bracketed his head in his hands. The
frustration of work and wanting sex was brewing thickly inside him, he needed
to shift the tight fabric of his pants to compensate for his hardening member.
He really couldn’t be worrying about his personal problems right now, he had to
finish off his work and try to ignore the worry building up in his gut.
He released a sigh, lifting his head up to finish off a few documents. Once he
caught sight of the young new intern passing his desk, he quickly reached out
to grab his wrist. “Hey, um...” Harry paused, racking his brain for his name.
“Akilah.” The young middle eastern boy who was studying business replied
happily, turning to face Harry fully.
“Yeah, sorry. I uh-” The man shuffled through the papers in front of him,
“Could you scan these and email them to Liam?” He asked, hating himself for
looking up into his warm amber eyes.
The intern nodded, taking the pages as Harry’s hand awkwardly fell away from
where he kept gripping his wrist. “I’ll have it done for you Mr Styles.” He
stated, holding the documents close to his firmly tanned toned chest.
“Thanks.” Harry replied, his voice hoarse all of a sudden. He tried to take his
eyes away from Akilah’s tight pants as he walked over to the copy room, but
with Holly’s previous efforts he couldn’t deny that he was carrying a firm
semi.
By the time it had reached 6pm his skin felt itchy and he was desperate for a
few beers, and a goodnights sleep. He trudged down the stairs and was about to
step outside when Mr Payne stopped him with a hand to his shoulder. “Hold up a
second Harry.” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a thick bundle of
documents. “I need these scanned for tomorrow, could you spend another half
hour to just tidy a few things up here?”
Harry nodded his head, hating himself for being so fucking weak. Liam Payne,
the boss, smiled widely at him, passing him the papers and stepping out of the
door as Harry stood there holding it open for him. He stood by the copier for
another hour trying to scan the documents and trying not to have a melt down.
 
***
 
Another hour after that he was stepping inside his apartment awaiting a very
pissed off girlfriend. “What the fuck Harry?” Imogen spat, roughly tugging his
scarf off his neck. “Why are you so late?”
“Work, do you even remember what that is?” Harry venomously asked.
She huffed, “Don’t been snappy with me. Give me a smile.” Harry stared unamused
into her eyes as he lifted his lips into a weak smile. She blinked at him.
“That’s pathetic.” She muttered, turning and pulling up at the hem of her
shirt, baring her skin to the soft glow of the kitchen light. She was without a
bra, revealing her perfectly rounded breasts.
“Imogen-” Harry began, before she cut him off with a sharp voice.
“Take off your clothes and take me to bed.” She bluntly directed.
“I’m not in the mood.” Harry stated, pulling off his jacket and hanging it by
the door.
“My fertile-”
“Window. Yeah I know Immi, but I don’t want it right now.” Harry firmly spoke,
kicking off his shoes by the door.
“Don’t want sex or a baby, Harry?” She asked weakly, letting her eyes fall into
a saddened haze.
Harry shook his head, sighing out as Imogen always took things the wrong way.
“The sex.” He explained. Needing nothing more than a goodnights sleep.
“So what I’m not good enough, were you too busy this afternoon fucking someone
else.” She accused. “I’m trying so hard Harry for us to have this baby, and all
you need to do is to just trust me. It’s only for a few months and then we can
go back to our normal routine.”
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache pierce through his
brain as she continued to lecture him. He glared at her, feeling his stomach
stir with anger. Her eyes were sharp glaring at him and critiquing his every
fault. “A child means a family. If you want a child with me, you need to be my
family-”Her destructive words were cutting through him, shrinking his chest as
he struggled underneath the weight of her disappointment. With a huff he
quickly unbuttoned his shirt and yanked off his tie. She shut up quick as she
blinked at him. A ‘thank you sweetie’ was on the tip of her tongue before he
roughly grabbed her hips and pushed them back against the kitchen counter
without warning.
He kicked at her feet, spreading her legs wide as he fitted himself between
them. She was staring blankly at him, unsure of how to feel. Harry had never
been rough with her before. He slipped his hand in her shorts, pushing them
down her legs. He quickly lifted her up onto the hard counter, that pushed
against her perfectly curved arse. He unclipped his belt, tugging down his
jeans and underpants to rest around his thighs as he pulled her lacy underwear
to the side.
He was turned on, had been painfully ready for weeks. It didn’t take many
strokes for him to reach full hardness as he stared at her pink opening. Her
body was shaking as her nipples perked up, he didn’t bother looking at her face
to see if she was ready. Instead he pushed inside, feeling the dry drag of her
entrance. He pulled out, rubbing his thumb over her clit, spreading her wetness
around her opening. He gripped her hips tightly, tugging her onto his dick,
penetrating her roughly. He stared down at where their bodies met, not wanting
to stare into her pained eyes.
Harry’s breath was rough against her neck, drowning out her faint whimpers. He
pushed her shoulders down as she laid spread out against the kitchen counter.
Her hips hanging over the edge. The couple were joined by a lingering stench of
uneaten cat food, the thought distracted Harry’s fury as he pounded into her
faster. Her legs were hanging limply over the edge, not wrapped around his
waist like they normally would be. His hair fell around his face, the loose
curls teasing his cheeks as he rocked furiously inside her.
“Harry-” She mewled. Harry hesitantly looked up into her blue eyes. They were
wide and awake, fear tracing her delicate features. He blinked at the uncertain
blue circling within her eyes, she was weak beneath him. He caught himself from
falling on top of her as his legs began to give out, he was panting, sweat
sticking across his body.
He could feel his orgasm near as his stomach clenched, he groaned loudly
burying his head into her neck and inhaling the scent of her hair. “Baby… baby”
he murmured incoherently, pulling her hips onto his with each thrust with a
bruising grip. He felt himself coming easily after such a long wait, he
finished off quickly. The waves of pleasure uncoiling through his body as he
pulled out and leaned against the wall behind him, closing his eyes and
enjoying the sweet feeling of release.
A few silent moments later, he opened his eyes and looked to Imogen. She
remained still against the cold counter. He pulled his pants back on and
returned between her legs, unaware of the pain coursing through her body. As he
stared at her teeth that bit hard into her lip, her eyes were closed as her
hands gripped desperately onto the counter. “Imogen?” He said weakly. She
blinked her eyes open, tears threatening to spill. Harry leant across her body,
wrapping his arms underneath her arched waist as he brought their chests
together. “I love you beautiful, I love you so very much.”
Imogen began to cry as she tried to roll away from him. Harry was pushed back
as her hand hit his bare chest. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Her voice
broken as she moved to the other side of the kitchen, her hands weakly trying
to cover her naked body.
Her sobs were faint, but all too loud in the blistering silence. Harry couldn’t
stop staring at the dark bruises developing on her thighs, staining her
porcelain skin. “Immi, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough. I was just
worked up from work.” He defended, picking up her shirt and holding it out for
her.
She turned away from him, giving him a last look of hatred before running to
their bedroom and slamming the door closed. He stared at the empty counter as
he heard her pushing the dresser in front of the door, locking herself inside.
He ran his hands through his hair, tugging roughly on the thick strands. He
didn’t know why today just turned him upside down. He was never rough and
normally had a better handle of his temper.
He spent the rest of the night cleaning the apartment and trying not to let his
thoughts crush in on himself. He couldn’t stop seeing her hands gripping the
counter so tightly, the strain in her muscles and her heart as she held on for
him. He felt a guilty heat spread around his neck as he covered his face in his
hands. He didn’t know what thoughts crossed his mind as he took her roughly
like that. He had never wanted to hurt her before, but he was overwhelmed and
left painfully uncomfortable for weeks.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
 
He didn’t doubt that Imogen was the one for him, she had been his girlfriend
for years. They had been married for two and were only a few steps away from
bringing a child into the world together. He couldn’t understand why that love
for her had escaped him.
Harry was slipping in and out of sleep as he laid on the couch, he was falling
into a heavy dream. Before he was woken up by the cat, who eagerly nuzzled
Harry’s open palm hanging off the side.
Knowing that any chance of sleep was limited Harry stood to his feet, feeding
the cat and having a soothing shower. He returned into yesterday’s work
clothes, hoping he could grab a clean pair before he left. It was 6:30 am when
he started making breakfast, making sure to serve a ‘mamagoddessnatural’
approved meal.
Hesitantly he knocked on their bedroom door, the bruised sunlight filtered
weakly through the lounge room window. Casting a gloomy shadow of his fist that
banged against the wooden door. He clenched his hand, wishing he could take
back his actions from last night.
“Imogen?” He called out softly, he didn’t hear anything on the other side of
the door. “Immi, I’m really sorry.”
He rest his head against the door, balancing the plate in one hand as he tried
the doorknob with his other. He managed to create a faint gap that allowed the
natural light of their bedroom window to cast past the door. The heavy dresser
blocked him from opening it any further. He closed his eyes hoping that it
hadn’t caused drag marks that would never let him forget their rough evening.
The silence was thick, it kept Harry’s muscles clenched as he balanced on tired
legs that wanted to drop him to the floor. He was tensed, confused and upset
with himself. “Baby, please talk to me.” He tried again.
There was a shuffling behind the door, and then a stuttered release of breath.
“Harry, I can’t open the door.” Imogen’s voice was dry from a lack of sleep.
“The dressers too heavy.”
“That’s okay baby, stand back and I’ll push it out.” Harry moved quickly to the
kitchen, leaving the plate on the counter as he returned to their bedroom door.
He pushed his foot against the wooden frame as he bracketed his arms, giving
the door a steady push that screeched the dresser against the floorboards.
When the door was open enough for him to step through, he slipped past the door
easily finding Imogen’s sleepy eyes. He stared at her covered body, long
sleeves and jumpers over her body. He looked away as he pulled the dresser back
to its position. His back was to her as he asked quietly. “I made breakfast. If
you would like to join me?”
The room remained silent as Harry hung his head, facing away from her. He froze
as he suddenly felt her frail arms wrapping around his waist and bringing her
chest against his back. He hesitantly rest his arms over hers, sighing in
relief at the feel of her hands. Her body was smaller than his, but warmer as
it soothed his racing head. Harry let his eyes slip closed as he lightly traced
swirls along her arm. “I’m sorry Immi.” He whispered into the early morning
light.
“No your not.” She whispered.
“Yes I-” Harry had began.
But her arms tightened around his waist, stilling his voice. “Baby, I need to
show you something.” She whispered, untangling her arms from around him as she
stepped back into the connecting bathroom. Harry turned around to see here step
back inside, her fists clenched around something as her eyes were dark and
heavy, avoiding his.
“Immi?” He asked, taking a step closer as felt his skin flush with ice. His
breath hitched as he took in the small object, “Immi?” He said again,
seriousness drenching his words as his eyes narrowed on the pregnancy test.
A tear slipped off her chin as she sobbed in a breath, “I can’t just throw it
away.” She whispered, her lips quivering as her messy blonde hair covered her
face.
“What is this?” He asked, wrapping his hand around hers as he tilted the test.
A pink plus stared back at him, a tiny 3-4 weeks burning into his brain.
“Immi?” He voice urgent.
“You can’t you just throw me around and expect me to be okay the next day.” She
muttered, taking a deep breath as she met his eyes. Harry’s stomach dropped at
her words. “You terrified me Harry and if you still want to be apart of our
baby’s life, you’re going to have to change.” Her voice was firm, her hands
shaking as a bitter reality settled between them. “I need to see that this baby
means more than anything else to you.”
Harry was stunned, he blinked at his girlfriend’s tear softened face. He looked
away, taking in a deep breath as he stared at his feet. The shredded timber
underneath his feet painfully reminded him of last nights mistake. “No Immi,
what is this?” He questioned.
“It’s ours.” She whispered, her knuckles white were she clenched desperately
onto the test.
He shook his head, stepping back as he ran his fingers through his hair. “No,
it can’t be.” He spat, throwing his head back. “We had sex for the first time
in two months last night.” He whispered softly, not daring himself to
understand the reality of his words.
“No,” She reminded him, “I stopped taking my birth control.”
He grunted, “No you didn’t Immi,” he laughed manically, knowing that either
way, it wouldn’t have been 3-4 weeks ago.
“Fuck you Harry.” She sobbed, stepping back from him. “You hurt me last night.”
She heaved up her shirt, revealing the dark bruises on her body. “You fucking
hurt me you bastard.”
He stuttered, baring his teeth as his eyes crinkled painfully. “No.” He
breathed out, “You cheated on me.”
They fell silent as everything was bared to the morning light, he could feel
the anger melt away the ice over his muscles. They both breathed in deeply
staring at each other. Harry wanted to hurt her, to break her underneath his
fist. Imogen wanted to have him begging, wanted to see him tied down and fucked
out.
“I can’t fucking look at you anymore.” Imogen whispered, tilting her head up to
stare at the ceiling. Her throat was bared and it gave Harry the faint urge to
strangle her. “I want you to get out. Fucking pack a bag, and don’t come back
until I say.”
Harry glared at her, feeling his hands tighten weakly by his side. He
eventually bowed his head, walking to the cupboard and grabbing his duffle bag.
He shoved his shirt and pants inside, making quick work of zipping it up and
kicking the cupboards closed. He grabbed his phone charger and a toothbrush.
“You’re fucked.” He spat at her, as he slammed their bedroom door behind him.
 
***
 
The words before him were blurring together as Harry could barely hold his head
up above his desk. He was letting his eyes slip shut just as Liam tapped his
shoulder. He was smiling down at him, as Harry jolted up, kicking his feet into
his duffle bag shoved under his desk. “You can head home now if you want?” Liam
said to him, not noticing the red staining his eyes.
It was after hours, almost everyone had gone home. Harry had managed to finish
yesterday’s work, but still couldn’t bring himself to face the reality of
Imogen and her pregnancy. Yet alone her affair. So he continued filling in
documents.
“I’m fine.” Harry shrugged, staring back down at the same page that had been
glaring back at him for the last forty minutes.
Mr Payne shook his head, “Go home, and say hi to the wife for me.” He smiled,
patting his shoulder. Harry grumbled, standing to his feet as he slung his
duffle over his shoulder. His boss stood, watching to make sure that Harry did
leave for the night.
With nowhere to go, Harry found himself outside of his place. He wasn’t
thinking clearly as he marched into the lounge room, swinging the front door
open.
Imogen was sat on the couch with another man holding her hand, as she sat
casually eating ice cream. She gasped, surprised to see him. “Harry.” She
warned, standing quickly to her feet. “I told you to leave.”
“Is this the guy?” Harry spat, taking in the short figure who moved to stand. A
man in his late thirties, he was fat and had nothing going for him. “You fucked
him?” He asked in disbelief.
“You should leave.” The man murmured, still standing behind Imogen, almost
using her as a shield.
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t believe it.” He muttered.
Imogen carefully approached him, “Harry, you need to go somewhere else. Can I
call someone?” She asked, reaching for her phone on the counter.
“You want to call someone? Then call the whole fucking world and show them this
fat fuck that your gonna’ have a baby with!” He shouted, throwing his bag to
the floor.
She took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She flicked through the
contacts in her phone, stopping on one in particular. “Harry please, have a
seat. I’m calling a friend of yours.” She explained, placing the phone to her
ear.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
 
Louis was nervous, he paced back and forth from the kitchen in hopes of calming
his panic. His mum had been gone for 2 hours now, only giving a brief ‘There
was an emergency, I gotta go, I’ll be back soon baby.’ Before she dashed out of
the house, leaving it silent with her shellshocked son.
Ever since Louis’s father had walked out on him, while his mother was busy at
work, it had made him paranoid about being left alone. He kept pacing, trying
to forget when he would search every window, to spot every car, in hopes it
would be his father’s blue Nissan.
The silence encircled him, as each turn he made became shorter until he was
just rocking back and forth. He couldn’t think of anything else except for his
fathers heavy boots stepping away, and his mothers quiet sobs that got louder
as she approached the house. She didn’t come inside until her tears stopped
spilling over her eyes.
Louis clenched his phone in his hand, an item he didn’t have when he was
younger. He teetered between the idea of calling Phillip, he didn’t want to
bother him, but then again he didn’t have anyone else to call.
Phillip wasn’t good at conflict, he goes all gooey and melts weaker than Louis.
But he was a soft calming voice. He wouldn’t notice the hitch in Louis’s breath
or the stammer of his heart as he tried to keep his head clear. Philip needed
someone to point it out directly, otherwise he would think everything was fine
and could keep talking about himself. But that was what Louis needed right now,
someone to distract him.
With shaking fingers Louis gave him a call, he pressed the phone to his ear,
pushing it harder than necessary as he tried to block out his thumping heart
beats with the monotonous dial tone.
“Hey Lou.” Phillip said causally, “What’s up.”
Louis smiled faintly at the sound of his smooth voice, “Nothing, what are you
doing?” He wondered, trying to dull down the stutter of his teeth.
Phillip hummed causally, “Just watching TV-”
“What’s on?” Louis asked, directing the rest of Phillip’s statement.
“The new Reno show, there’s a butch bloke with shredded abs swinging a shovel
at the moment.” Phillip joked, knowing Louis was comfortable with him eyeing
other unrealistic partners.
Louis’s chuckled. “I’ll have to watch it now.” Feeling his feet stop pacing as
he smiled at the thought. His wobbly legs carried him to the couch as he
flicked on the TV and searched the channels until he found the one with a
shredded guys constructing a aquaponic garden system.
He stayed on the phone with Phillip, talking about the show as more guys
started taking their shirts off and hammering in pieces of wood. It seemed
almost comical, before Phillip yawned and murmured a reluctant goodnight. In
the end, they did have school tomorrow. Louis whispered a goodnight and a
hushed, ‘I love you.’ that Phillip hummed softly at in response.
The TV echoed the noises of construction and the mutter of judgement from other
contestants. Louis cuddled a pillow to his chest as he watched the show with
tired eyes. He couldn’t let himself fall asleep, because he knew he would have
nightmares knowing that his mother wasn’t home yet. It was pushing well into
the early morning by the time the front door quietly creaked open.
Louis was buried into the couch, with his eyes lazily blinking open at the
sound. He quickly stood to his feet, as he noticed the TV playing some
questionable adult ads. He shut it off as he heard two pairs of footsteps enter
the house. Louis peaked his head around the corner as he took in the sight by
the front door.
His mother was placing her coat on the rack and slipping off her shoes. But it
was the tall figure standing brokenly behind her that caught his eyes. His full
head of curls was hung low against his chest as he pulled his arms out of his
coat, and kicked his shoes off by the door. “Hey Jo-” The man murmured softly.
“Yes?” Johanna said, Louis’s mum turning around to face him.
The man cleared his throat, looking up into her eyes, “Thank you.”
Louis watched as his mum wrapped her arms around the man and brought him in for
a hug, his large hands coming to rest on her shoulders as he curled down into
her arms. Louis’s hadn’t ever seen someone so broken, of course his mother was
emotionally scarred, but she always hid it. He didn’t know what to do, so he
stood their staring at the man in confusion.
After a longer moment than expected, the man pulled himself to stand away as
his blinked back tears. Louis’s mum patted his shoulder and whispered quietly
to him. Louis tried to understand how this man was the emergency, he decided
that he must have been in an accident or something and maybe just needed a
place for the night. He was most likely going to be gone early next morning,
before he even woke up, Louis knew that his mum tended to work early in the
mornings.
They both started to walk further into the house, as Louis could hear his
mother’s quiet voice. “You have nothing to worry about being here,” she placed
a hand on his arm, “Louis and I are very quiet and easy going.” She smiled up
at him. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, I’ll prepare the study.”
“No, please don’t change anything around for me. I’m more than happy to sleep
on the couch.” He urged, shifting the big bag he carried in his hand.
Jo brought him into the lounge room as they both stepped past Louis who was
hiding flat up against the wall, and staring blankly at them as they past him.
“I’m sure Louis won’t mind if I grab the spare cover from his room, just wait
here a moment.” His mother said as she dashed off down the hall into Louis’s
empty room.
The man let himself fall on the couch, facing towards the TV and the wall that
Louis was pressed up against. His head fell forward into his open palms as he
took in a deep breath, covering his face from view. Louis could see his
shoulders shaking as he tried to hold himself together. The man released a
faint sigh that was probably more of a sob as he lifted his head up, dragging
his hands down his face.
The man halted his movement as he caught sight of Louis standing their
awkwardly. His green eyes were void and lonely, like he was staring past Louis
into a never ending corridor. Almost like he couldn’t see Louis at all. But his
quiet voice broke that illusion. “Hey.” He stated, sitting himself taller as he
rolled his shoulders back, wiping his hands down the legs of his pants. “You
Louis?” He asked, lifting himself to stand on his two wobbly feet.
Louis was still staring wide eyed at him, as he nodded numbly in response.
Louis didn’t recognise the man at all, and he had never heard any mention of
his mum being in contact with a guy that looked to be in his early twenties.
Johanna only really met people from the hospital where she worked as a nurse,
but most of them were older than her and seemed to have their lives under
control.
The man’s presence had a strange feel, he was so tall and strong, yet he seemed
to slip beneath the world as he stared vaguely around the room. Like his
personality had been torn out of him. He lifted his large hand out, standing
before Louis as his eyes circled back to the boy. “I’m Harry.” He offered.
Louis lifted his head to stare into the strangers red rimmed eyes, they were a
deep green that distracted him. Everything about this Harry man seemed to fall
perfectly together. From the way his hair curled around his jaw, to the subtle
curve of his lips that would perfect his smile.
“Louis.” The young boy murmured, placing his hand in Harry’s.
Harry let his hand fall soon after, as he took a step back, crossing his arms
over his broad chest. “I didn’t realise how old you had gotten.” He said,
taking in the boys sight. “I think I was only 16 years old when I saw you
last.” He murmured lightly, “You were starting to become a real shit head
then,” He laughed at the thought, “Sorry. It was just the last time I saw you,
you were really little and kept trying to claw my eyes out.”
Louis blinked at the man, finding it impossible to move his tongue as he
grumbled out a confused noise. Harry shook his head embarrassedly, “Sorry, Lou.
I’m sure your a charming person now.” He smiled faintly at the teen. “And
you’ve probably trimmed your nails as well.”
The boy was stunned at the nickname, only Phillip called him Lou. But it felt
so casual and easy coming out of Harry’s mouth. Louis nodded, looking down at
his hands. “Yeah. I won’t scratch you.” He promised seriously.
Harry nodded, as he looked back around the room. “I uh, was hoping to stay here
for a few nights. Is that problem for you?” He asked, not looking up into his
eyes.
With a shrug Louis tried to play it off, “I don’t care.” He mumbled, knowing
that it would be his mum’s decision in the end anyway.
“You don’t really know me though?” Harry offered, fiddling with the hem of his
buttoned shirt. “I wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
Louis kept shrugging, “I’m going to be at school most of the time.” He
nervously wet his lips, feeling them dry. “It won’t bother me. I’m sure your
charming too.”
It was beautiful to hear Harry’s laugh as Louis borrowed his own words from
earlier. Soft dimples dented into his cheeks as he eyes crinkled. He seemed
lighter, as standing taller became easier for him.
Johanna walked in to see the two boys laughing, Louis didn’t even realise his
own lips were curving at the sight of Harry’s happiness. “Louis, I was
wondering where you went.” She frowned faintly, feeling embarrassed that her
son was still awake so late. “I guess you’ve met Harry. You probably wouldn’t
remember, but he was Anne’s boy, from down the street. His going to be staying
with us for a while, so please make him feel comfortable.”
Louis nodded, awkwardly standing there as Jo brought out blankets and a pillow
that was on Louis’s bed. During her arrangement of bedding and the couch
cushions, neither did Harry or Louis say anything to each other.
“Well...” She sighs, looking expectantly at Louis, before nodding at Harry. “I
bet you need a goodnights sleep, hop to bed, theres only a few hours until day
break anyway.” She smiles sweetly at the man, before sending a heavy glare at
Louis. “And don’t you have school tomorrow, mister?” She accused, raising her
eyebrows in a warning. Louis ducked his head, nodding bitterly as he begun to
walk off to his room. “Wait, say goodnight.” His mum complained, catching his
shoulder and spinning him around to face Harry, as he easily leaned back into
her embrace.
“Goodnight Harry.” He murmured, trying to avoid his sad green eyes as they
watched him walk away. Louis heard a faint ‘Bye Louis’, as he closed his
bedroom door and shut out the world around him. He tumbled into bed, pulling
the covers over his head as a peak of sunrise slipped through the curtain.
Harry let his body soak into the couch, burying his head into the pillow.
Breathing in the faint scent of honey and drowning in Imogen’s broken angry
voice. He couldn’t sleep as he kept seeing her cold eyes, and hearing her
silently pleads. He rolled to his side, reaching for his phone as he shuffled
all the songs he had, to sing himself to sleep.
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
 
It hasn’t even felt like Louis has slept as he trudges himself into the
bathroom. His head is ringing as he fights the temptation to fall back against
the floor and sleep there. He stepped into the shower, tilting his head back
under the spray, letting the warm water fall against his body. It doesn’t do
much to wake him up, as he slipped clumsily outside the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around his waist. His head is hung low, as water droplets from his hair
drip onto the floor. He stepped out into the hallway, almost stumbling as he
caught sight of a tall man spread out on the couch.
Louis stuttered as his hand tightened on his towel, his other hand holding his
pyjamas. The memories of last night came back to him. Harry was beautifully
long on the couch with his body stretched out. His firm chest was bare, as it
revealed tattoos across his stomach. Louis wanted to stand staring for ages, he
wobbled forward as he stepped closer. Drinking in the sight of the man’s
sleeping face, his hair messily thrown across his forehead as he takes in soft
breaths.
He wanted to run his hands through those curls and watch as those green eyes
would blinked awake. A strange thought struck him, he realised that his mum had
already left for work. Leaving him alone with this gorgeous man.
He didn’t even realise how cold it was until the man shifted in his sleep and
causally moved his hand to his thigh, where it naturally curled closer towards
his groin. The action made goosebumps spread over Louis’s naked body, he then
realised he was bare arse in front of a sleeping stranger in the cold morning
air.
That.
Did in fact wake him up.
He shuffled back into his bedroom and stripped himself of the towel, already
noticing that he was sporting an impressive semi. He groaned in annoyance as he
tossed between the idea of tugging one out or getting to school on time with an
embarrassed blushed scattering over his cheeks.
He managed to stuff himself into a pair of underpants, and to pull on his
uniform without showing an obvious bulge in his pants. He packed his bag and
looked back at the sleeping Harry before quietly shutting the front door behind
him, finally able to take in a deep breath.
Louis started his walked towards school, walking as fast as he could while he
balanced his bag over one shoulder, trying to fasten his blue tie around his
neck. It started to rain as he finished off the tie, trying to keep it loose.
But instead it stuck to the back of his neck as he shirt became drenched.
He rushed inside the building, shaking the water out of his hair as he stumbled
himself into the class that had already started. He slipped into his seat next
to Phillip in the back row, as he friend turn and raised an eyebrow at him.
“What’s got you all wet?” He asked seductively.
Louis blushed, looking away from his cute brown eyes and dirty blonde hair.
“Just this shitty weather.” He murmured, taking out his book and flipping
through the pages.
Phillip smiled softly as he turned back to face the teacher, he subtly moved
his hand and place it over Louis’s thigh. His fingers moving confidently along
the hem of his trousers, as it had Louis’s semi quickly returning. “Phil.”
Louis murmured quietly, unable to look across at him.
His friend chuckled huskily as he moved his hand all the way up to cup his
groin. Louis grunted loudly, thrusting his hips forward to seek more contact.
He was surprised no one turned back, but Louis quickly dragged his teeth over
his lower lip to hold in any moans that threatened to slip out. Phillip started
to palm him, feeling his defined bulge in his pants. He was laughing silently
as Louis’s knuckles turned white where they gripped tightly onto the desk.
“Should I come around to your house?” Phillip whispered, letting his thumb dip
beneath the waistband of Louis’s pants as he teased the hair leading further
down into his underpants.
“Yes.” Louis breathed, trying to stop his head from rolling backwards. But then
he remembered Harry’s green eyes. “Wait,” He placed his hand on top of Phil’s,
trying his hardest not to drag his hand inside his pants. “Mum’s got a friend
over, his staying with us for a while.”
Phillip raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly as he gave Louis’s crotch a final
squeeze. “No worries.” He nodded, removing his hand and leaving Louis aching
hard.
“Could I come to yours?” Louis wondered, subtly shifting the fabric of his
pants. His friend shrugged, looking back to the teacher and coping the notes.
They fell silent for the rest of class, as Louis tried to distract his thoughts
of both Phillip and Harry by focusing on material cycles and energies.
Phillip had managed to be a tease throughout the entire day, going from biting
his pencil to untucking his shirt and leaning across many various surfaces.
Louis was highly stung by the end of the day, as Phillip gave him a nod, about
to jump on the school bus. “Wait Phil.” Louis caved in, “Come around to mine
for a bit?” His friend grinned mischievously in response.
Louis was holding his breath as he slowly opened the front door, he knew his
mother wouldn’t be home for another three hours, but he wasn’t sure where Harry
would be. With great caution Louis stepped inside, taking in the unlit and
silent hallway. He snuck Phillip in, ushering him quickly through the house
into his bedroom as he shut the door quietly behind them.
“We only have a few hours, I suppose.” Louis mumbled, dropping his bag to the
floor and kicking off his shoes.
His friend smirked at him as he started with taking off his tie, and wrapping
it over the bedpost. Louis watched without thought as Phillip continued to
unbutton his shirt and unclip his belt, snaking it out of the belt loops and
dropping it to the floor. “I’m glad you’re liking the show, Lou.” He chuckled,
unzipping his trousers and shoving them down his thighs.
“Your an awfully pretty sight.” Louis explained, fumbling with his own shirt
buttons.
Phillip broke out into a big grin as he swatted his friend’s clumsy hands away,
as he started to work efficiently at the buttons. Louis was giggling at Phil’s
eagerness as he stared dumbfound at him.
“What are you looking at, doofus?” Phil asked, dragging his shirt away from
tanned skin.
“I really love you Phil.” Louis murmured, feeling happiness bubble inside his
chest. Without hesitance he could say he loved him, staring into his warm eyes.
His friend nodded and chuckled at his words, “Your a goof.” He muttered, while
proceeding to unclip Louis’s trousers and deflecting. Phil busied himself with
undressing Louis as he exposed him to the cool afternoon sun and flopped him on
the bed.
Phil crawled next to him, rolling onto his back as he leaned up onto his
elbows, grasping Louis and dragging him into his lap. Louis straddled his hips
above him, pushing his lips deeply against his friends and eliciting soft gasps
from his mouth. Phil’s hand traced along his bare thigh as he felt the faint
blonde hairs there. His hand gripped Louis’s arse firmly as he tugged him up
against his stomach, causing Louis to groan at the sudden friction that rubbed
against his interested member.
“So eager.” Phil whispered, peppering kisses along Louis’s jaw.
The blue eyed boy groaned, thrusting against his friends stomach. “You’ve had
me hard all day.” He moaned, running his fingers into his short blonde hair.
Louis tightened his fist in Phil’s hair, tugging his head back as Louis leaned
down to push his tongue inside his mouth. Tasting him desperately as he began
to tangle their tongues together, rocking his hips forward rhythmically.
Phillip’s hand cupped Louis’s arse before his finger teased his entrance,
causing the boy to whine as he bucked up against his stomach. His finger
slipped inside him, causing Louis to jump away at the contact. “Wait-” Lou
breathed, sitting up as Phil’s hand fell away. “I have lube.” He whispered,
scampering off the bed to his desk as he fished around for the bottle.
He easily jumped back on the bed, giggling as he snapped open the bottle,
reaching Phil’s finger as he lathered it up with lube. “Have fun.” Lou
whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
His friend chuckled, slipping a finger inside as he slowly began to stretch him
open. Louis was a withering mess as he gripped onto Phil’s shoulder, slipping
as he fell against his chest. He was moaning as Phil hit his prostrate,
enjoying his broken noises as the boy tried to grind his groin against Phil’s
stomach. He quickly slipped in a second finger, as his own dick became
painfully hard where it was forgotten between his thighs.
With laboured breaths Louis managed to cough out, “I’m ready.” As he dug his
nails into Phillip’s shoulder. His friend chuckled, as he stroked a hand
soothingly along Louis’s thighs.
“You sure, baby?” He asked, licking his lips at the sight of Louis’s wide needy
eyes.
Louis grabbed Phil’s dick, positing it underneath him, “Yes.” He breathed,
slowly lowering himself down as they both moaned brokenly. Louis’s cock was
hard and leaking pre-cum, as he eagerly began to rock his hips back and forth,
with his friend’s dick filling him thickly.
Louis was so desperate to cum that he roughly thrusted back against Phil, he
threw his head back as Phil’s hand wrapped around his dick and started stroking
it. “Shit.” Louis gasped. Clawing his nails down Phil’s chest.
“Fuck Lou,” Phil groaned, tightening a hand on Louis’s hip to slow him down.
The blue eyed boy didn’t listen as he continued to impale himself. Phil moved
both hands to Louis’s hips as he rolled him off dropping him onto his back.
Phil crawled between his hips, thrusting into him as he controlled the pace.
Louis was mewling as he wrapped his legs around Phil’s hips, trying to
encourage him to go faster. Louis’s fist quickly gripped himself as he stroked
hard and fast, bringing himself to climax as he arched his back, his hips
stuttering as he coated his stomach with warm cum. “Fuck me.” He breathed out,
softening into the mattress as Phil was slowly thrusting into him.
“Damn it Lou.” He murmured, quickly bringing himself to climax as Louis’s arse
became over sensitive, causing Louis to hiss. Phil came briefly afterwards,
pulling out and laying beside Louis in silence.
Their deep breaths are the only sound in the entire house, as Louis rolled to
his side, running his finger down his splattered stomach as he gathers some of
his cum on his finger. Phil stared at him unamused as Louis pushed his finger
between his friends lips. Phil let his tongue dart out as he took in his taste,
easily sucking on his finger as he held Louis’s pale eyes.
“Your gonna’ make me hard again.” Louis complained, removing his finger from
his mouth as he collected Phil’s cum from his arse and brought it to his own
lips.
His friend laughed at him, shaking his head as he stared up at the ceiling. “I
should go.” He murmured reluctantly. “Sorry.”
Lou nodded briefly, “That’s okay.” He mumbled, sitting up as he grabbed a pair
of his underpants and wiped his stomach and then his arse before throwing
Phil’s clothes towards him. They worked like clockwork as Phil got dressed and
Louis cleaned up all the evidence.
His friend caught his thin wrist as he brought him in for a goodbye kiss,
carefully pushing his dark hair out of his blue eyes. “See you tomorrow.” Phil
whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. Louis gripped his waist, holding him
close, before letting him go.
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
 
Johanna rushed through the front door, carrying various bags of groceries as
she swore under her breath. “Louis!” She called.
The boy slipped out of his room, running his hands through his hair as he met
her in the kitchen. “Yeah mum?” He asked, as he began to help her unpack.
“I need you to set up the study, could you get the spare mattress and then move
all of Harry things inside?” She asked as she started to butter up a pan and
cook some meat. Louis nodded briefly, easily slipping back inside the hallway
as he gathered the mattress from the storage cupboard and heaved it into the
study.
None of them really use the study, Johanna had hoped that it would encourage
Louis to study daily, but instead it just gathered dust. He placed the mattress
on the timber floor, and then returned to the lounge room, grabbing the
blankets and his pillow that was now familiar with Harry’s husky scent.
He continued to build the bed, wrapping a cover over the mattress and positing
the pillow and blankets over it. He then grabbed Harry’s duffle bag as he
dropped it by the bed. Closing the door behind him as he continued into the
kitchen to help his mum prepare dinner.
Harry had returned to the office, as he busied himself with work and ignored
Liam’s concerned glares. He wasn’t in the mood for Holly’s advancements as he
told her to ‘write it all down’ for him instead of ‘visiting every five fucking
seconds.’
He couldn’t ignore Liam after that as he tapped his shoulder, inviting him
outside for a smoke break. Harry followed bitterly, his fingers twitching
eagerly at the mention of a cigarette.
“What’s going on?” Liam asked bluntly, holding out his pack.
The green eyed man took up his offer of a cigarette as he brought it to his
lips, Liam quickly supplied a lighter. Harry took in a much needed deep drag
before replying, “I’m just drowning Liam.” He murmured, staring out at the view
of concrete office complexes.
Liam lit up his own cigarette, “Did you want me to employ another person? Give
you someone on weekends to assist just you?” He offered, puffing out a cloud of
smoke.
“I didn’t know you smoke?” Harry stated, noticing his boss’s well practiced
moves.
He shook his head, “Not regularly,” He replied honestly, “Just when work gets
too heavy.” He looked up at Harry’s eyes, trying to share his pain.
The employee nodded briefly, “It would help.” He muttered, dropping his eyes to
his feet. “Just weekends to help pick up the slack.”
Liam nodded, dropping the cigarette to the floor as he crushed it underneath
his heel. “Great.” He stated, stepping back inside the office, leaving Harry to
finish his smoke and breathe relief into the cloudy air.
It was pushing late into the night when Harry found himself knocking on the
Tomlinson’s front door, he awkwardly shuffled his feet as he waited until Louis
opened it and murmured a quiet ‘hello.’
“Hi.” He replied, stepping inside and slipping off his coat. He was relieved
for his silence as he wasn’t really in the mood to talk either. He just wanted
to crawl to the couch and pass out from exhaustion.
Louis watched the man’s subtly tired gestures as his sleepy eyes kept blinking
open. Harry noticed that his bag and bedding had moved, “Wha-” He started as he
followed Louis into the kitchen, stopping as he saw Johanna serving up a big
dinner. “Oh.” He stated as Jo stared up at him, excitedly.
“Hello Harry, I hope your hungry.” She smiled, pulling out a chair for him.
“Take a seat.”
The man looked to Louis who was slumping in his own seat, and beginning to pick
eagerly at his cold carrots. Harry felt guilty as he realised it was quite
late, he took a seat, smiling at Jo as much as he could manage. “Thank you,
this is really considerate.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, “But you should
of told me you were cooking, I wouldn’t have stayed back so late.”
“Not a problem, love.” She said, waving lazily at him as she returned a smile.
They all began to eat, Louis stuffing his face hungrily as he was made to wait
until Harry got home. “Did you want a beer?” Jo offered after a moment.
“Yeah.” Louis replied cheekily, with his mouth stuffed with peas.
“Not you.” Jo muttered, “Harry?”
He cleared his throat, “I can get it, thank you.” He said, standing to his feet
as he slung open the fridge.
“So, Harry. How was work today?” Jo asked casually.
He shrugged his shoulder, “It was really busy.” He replied truthfully. “But its
getting better, cause Liam’s promised to find me a helper on the weekends.” He
uncapped the beer, bringing it to his lips.
“Ooh!” She said excitedly, causing Harry to look over at her. “Maybe Louis
could get a job, his been looking for something to do on the weekends.”
The man gulped down his beer, “Uh, I’ll have to check with Liam.” He replied,
looking over at Louis who sat silently shoveling away. “It’s not a fun job at
all though. Probably not the best first job either.”
“I’m sure he won’t really care, just as long as he gets paid.” She giggled,
sipping from her wine. “Right Louis?”
The boy shrugged, barely looking up at either of them as he began to cut up his
steak. Harry returned to his seat, dropping the bottle cap on the table.
Johanna reached out to hold Harry’s wrist, “Please have a talk with Liam. It
would really be appreciated.” She smiled hopefully.
The man nodded, dropping his eyes. He couldn’t stare at her any longer without
wanting to cry. He was sure that it was her hopeful blue eyes, similar to
Imogen’s, as he tried to clear his thoughts. When he looked at his plate, he
could feel Louis’s eyes hovering over him.
They finished off dinner, Louis quickly excusing himself as Jo showed Harry his
new room, giving him a hug and holding him for a brief moment. Harry let his
chin rest on top of her head as he held her tightly, needing to feel someone’s
heart beating next to his. He stepped back after a moment, “Thank you again
Jo.” He said quietly, squeezing her shoulders.
She smiled weakly, “I’ve always wished to help you Harry... especially when
Desmond would-”
He grips her tight, “It’s fine.” He reassures.
“Have you heard from her?” She whispered, her sad eyes already knowing the
answer.
He shook his head, dropping it to his chest. “No.”
She frowned, “I’m really sorry for you Harry.” He shrugged in response, turning
towards his room. She got the hint, “Get some sleep.”
“You too.” He whispered, kicking off his shoes as Jo closed the door softly
behind her. Harry removed his clothes, stripping down to his boxer shorts as he
switched off the light, slipping into bed. He pushed the heel of palm into his
eyes as he groaned quietly, he was stressed and feeling disjointed. He had
blissfully forgotten a lot of his youth, it was never a stage of his life that
he wished to revisit. He breathed out deep breath. Nothing seemed to flow
anymore like it used to, nothing made sense. He couldn’t explain the calm that
surrounded him, knowing that Imogen was far away from him. Perhaps it was time
he had a break from her.
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
 
The next day, it seemed that Liam was surprisingly keen to have a young student
in their offices. Harry nodded weakly, doubting that Louis would provide any
real help, instead demanding his constant attention and assistance. But he felt
that it was important to try for Jo’s sake.
That afternoon, Louis dragged Phil back to his house, pressing kisses over his
cheek and letting his friend’s fingers tangle in his dark hair. “Ow, you need
to shave Lou.” Phil whined, rubbing his jaw where Louis had given him stubble
burn.
“Wuss.” Lou muttered, biting at his chin.
“Your also a weirdo.” Phil murmured, playfully shoving him away as they
stumbled onto the couch. They were giggling, three bottles lighter from the
their school bags as they ended up drinking the beers on the way home.
Louis poked his friend’s nose, poking out his tongue, before Phil wrapped his
lips around it and they ended up making out. They polish off another five
bottles between them, as they began to pry off each others shirts. Louis gets
choked on his tie as Phil clumsily tries to pull it off, “Sorry.” He giggled,
saving his boyfriend while he shoved a hand down Lou’s pants.
Louis was disorientated, his head swaying as all he could feel was Phillip’s
warm hand, and his lips pressing against his neck. The boy moaned, lying back
against the couch as Phil wrapped his fist around Louis’s hard on, eliciting
his soft gasps. He begins to work on freeing his own erection, when a key is
heard in the front door. Phil froze, as Louis laughed loudly, moaning deeply
underneath his breath.
Phil teetered between the idea of jumping out the window, but instead decided
to sacrifice himself for Louis’s decency instead as he zipped him back up into
his pants and shoved a pillow over his bulging crotch. He then picked up the
scattered bottles and shoved them in his back pack.
He returned to the couch, as Louis grabbed needily at him. Phil tried to push
his hands away, shushing him quietly.
Harry rounded the corner, surprised to see Louis’s friend and Louis quietly
hanging out. “Hey.” He said casually, trying to not to look like a man who had
just snapped at his boss and been sent home early. “I’m Harry. Nice to meet
you.”
“Phillip.” The boy responded, as Louis’s hand finally caught onto the scruff of
his shirt as he hauled him closer, “Lou.” He whispered, picking his hands off
his shirt. Louis didn’t sense the caution in his friend’s voice as he finally
caught Phil’s jaw, bringing him close as he pushed their lips clumsily
together.
Harry felt his eyes widen as his thoughts stuttered to a stop. He couldn’t look
away as Louis’s fingers ran into Phillip’s hair, his soft gasps encouraging him
to progress things further. “Lou.” Phil muttered again, pushing against his
hold.
The man swallowed thickly, looking away. He didn’t know what to think, he
hadn’t meant to walk in on anything, and it didn’t seem like they were going to
do anything like that, he thought back to Phillip’s casual attitude. But it was
also the thought of Louis kissing another boy, of him being… gay. By all means,
Harry didn’t have a problem with it, but he was just surprised to see him so
active at such a young age.
“I should go.” Phil muttered, standing to his feet as Louis tried to catch onto
his hand or shirt.
“Why baby...” Louis moaned, the pillow falling away from his crotch as his hard
on was easily seen through his pants. Harry awkwardly cleared his throat,
nervously shuffling, not sure whether he should be telling the boys off or
excusing himself embarrassedly. His friend ducked his head, scooping his bag
from the floor as he heaved it up over his shoulder. Three empty beer bottles
tumble down to the floor. Louis giggled obnoxiously as he rolled back onto the
couch.
Phillip is stuck, staring widely at Harry, expecting him to yell. The man
blinks, trying to take in the situation, as he recognises Louis’s intoxicated
behaviour. “What the fuck?” Harry finally decided on saying.
The young friend bolted, quickly heading for the front door as he slammed it
shut behind himself, abandoning Louis on the couch with a very confused Harry.
They were left in an awkward silence, not that Louis noticed, before he
starting laughing obscenely and confidently moving his hand down his firm chest
and his toned stomach.
“Uh, did you boys just have beers? That it?” Harry asked concerned, trying to
avoid following the path of Louis’s wandering hand.
“Yeah but we can always do more.” The boy giggled seductively, biting his lip
as he unclipped his trousers as began tugging down the zipper. Harry swallowed
nervously, stepping forward to reach for his hand.
“Wait Louis, you shouldn’t be doing that here.” He urged, grabbing the boy’s
wrist as he tried to remove his hand. Instead Louis’s other hand caught his,
and pushed it against the thick bulge in his underpants.
“Come on Phil.” Louis whispered, rubbing himself with Harry’s hand.
Harry gasped, as he could feel his entire body flush hot. His hand tingled
where Louis’s fingers touched him, not to mention the fire in Harry’s palm
where it was pressed against the young boy’s erection. “Louis.” Harry warned,
feeling more worried that Louis thought he was Phillip. Louis wiggled on the
couch, puffing his breath as he moaned softly. His other hand reached out and
suddenly grasped Harry through his jeans. “Shit.” The man gasped, finally
noticing his own interested dick as it quickly began to fill. “No Louis.” He
reprimanded.
Louis smirked, letting go of Harry’s hands as he focused on stroking Harry’s
bulge. “Your so big.” He whined, before giggling again. “I want to feel you.”
He muttered keenly, lifting himself up to sit. The man was breathless as he
stepped back, letting Louis’s hand drop, he could feel his own hard on pressing
desperately against the front of his pants. He felt his skin tingle, his own
body shaking with the desire and temptation before him. He blinked at Louis,
curious as to why he had this kind of effect on him.
The boy wobbled, as he lifted his head up. His tired blue eyes reaching up into
Harry’s wide ones, “Harry?” He mouthed, letting his tongue swipe over his
bottom lip. Harry stared at the boy, lost in the sharp jut of his jaw and the
faint stubble scratching his cheeks. The column of his throat was stretched
out, his top buttons undone as it exposed a new expanse of his tanned skin.
Harry was stunned, taking in the faint detail of his face and the subtle
movements of his body. His teeth were bared as he grinned, rocking wobbly where
he sat. “Who are you Harry?” He wondered softly.
Harry was about to provide a response, right before Louis fell back against the
couch, his eyes falling shut as the alcohol slogged thickly through his brain,
causing him to pass out.
The man stood staring at the kid as he blinked uncomfortably, he wasn’t sure
whether he should leave him there, or carry him into his room. He started to
feel awkward as he couldn’t decide what to do, he eventually chose to hide the
beer bottles in the bin, and carry Louis’s bag into his bedroom. He returned to
the lounge room and gently looped his arms behind Louis’s knee as he scooped
his back and brought him up into his broad chest.
He was suddenly overwhelmed by Louis’s sweet scent and the feel of his warm
body coiling against his. The boy was surprisingly light in his arms, although
had a reassuring weight about him that would be fun to toss around. He stepped
into his room, avoiding the hazardous spew of clothes over the floor as he
gently laid Louis on his bed. His hand had fallen over the edge, so Harry
circled his fingers around his thin wrist, bringing it into the boy’s body as
he pulled the blanket over his chest.
Harry took a single step back, letting his eyes rake over Louis’s face. The man
bit his lip, feeling worry naw in his stomach as he suddenly doubted them
working together was a good idea.
Lou woke up a few hours later with a piercing headache that bleached the back
of his eyeballs. He rolled out of bed, grumbling as he stripped off his school
clothes and instead heaved on some tracksuit pants with a singlet.
He wandered out into the kitchen, feeling hungry as he rubbed his eyes. “Hey
Louis. You feeling better?” His mum asked. The boy quickly looked up, surprised
as he saw her stirring a soup, with Harry casually lent against the counter
with a beer in his hand. Louis felt like vomiting at the sight of beer. Damn
Phil always had the worst ideas.
“Yeah.” The boy breathed, opening the fridge and pulling out the cold water
jug, he then poured out a glass and desperately pushed it to his lips.
Harry awkwardly swallowed another full sip of booze, trying to distract his
eyes as they narrowed onto Louis’s lips wrapped around the rim of the glass.
“I have good news for you baby.” Jo said, turning off the flame as she began to
gather three bowls. “Harry-” She nudged her shoulder in the quiet man’s
direction. “Talked to his boss today, about giving you a weekend job.”
The boy choked on his water, his eyes widening as he quickly coughed before
looking over at Harry. “Really? That would be awesome.” He smiled, feeling the
pain slowly dissolve behind his eyes.
Harry couldn’t help but return the smile, even though his felt a multitude of
guilt ebbing away at his conscious for staring openly at the sleeping… well
passed out boy. The man didn’t know whether Louis remembered or not, he prayed
that he didn’t, just to save the both of them the embarrassment. It had taken
Harry an hour of resolve to not touch his hard on, instead letting it remain
uncomfortably in his tight jeans.
The three of them brought their warm soups over to the kitchen table as Louis
slapped a full loaf of pre-sliced bread with him on the table. “Louis.” His
mother muttered, feeling embarrassed by her son’s ineloquent behaviour.
“What?” He shrugged, his mouth full with soup soggy bread. Harry stared at the
boy, feeling heat prickle at the back of neck, he still couldn’t believe that
he let such inappropriate thoughts about him past through his mind. “Oh sorry,
did you want some Harry?” Louis offered, holding out the slab of bread.
The man awkwardly cleared his throat, “Uh, sure.” He was then flung the loft of
bread that splashed into his soup.
“Louis!” Jo shouted, pushing her chair out as she stood to her feet. “Go to
your room.”
The boy couldn’t hide the smirk on his lips, “Mum.” He shrugged off, gesturing
to Harry who continued to pick out a slice of bread. “Who really gives a fuck.”
“Go. To. Your-”
“Fine. For fucksakes.” Louis complained, slamming his hands on the table as he
stood. His blue eyes were hard as he glared at his mother. He started to move
further into the kitchen as he strutted towards Harry’s side of the table. He
leant across the table and reached for the loft of bread. Harry purposefully
kept his eyes glued to the soup staining the wooden table. The boy shoved a
slice of bread into his mouth and sneered at his mother. He loudly made his
presence known as he stomped off to his room, slamming his bedroom door and
grumbling.
Johanna dropped her head in her hands, “I’m so sorry Harry, I don’t know what’s
gotten into him.” She muttered. Harry tried to not think about Louis’s remark
about wanting to feel Harry’s large dick, as he definitely knew that it was
something which wouldn’t be getting into him. Jo lifted her head back up and
stared pleadingly into the man’s green eyes. “Please don’t reconsider him for
the job. I think he just needs a good role model. You’d be a perfect friend for
him.”
Harry swallowed thickly, tasting numbly at the soup in his mouth. “I’d be happy
to look after him.” He replied, regretting it immensely after the words past
his lips. She burst into a bright smile as relief flushed through her bones,
she continued to finish her soup as she encouraged Harry to do the same.
 
***** Chapter 7 *****
 
Perhaps the weekend had come too early as Harry sat tensely next to Louis in
the car, driving through peak traffic towards the office.
Louis was biting nervously on his nails, trying to find something outside of
the window more distracting than Harry’s spread thighs as he tapped
rhythmically on the steering wheel. He wasn’t really excited about getting a
job, but he was curious about getting to know Harry, he still didn’t know why
he was still staying at their house, surely he must have a partner or someone
else to go to.
After gruelling in traffic the man finally pulled up into a tight carpark,
awkwardly twisting in his seat to pick up some papers from the backseat. Louis
watched intently as the hem of Harry’s suit shirt pulled against where it was
tucked into his tight suit pants. The white material stuck tight to his toned
stomach, revealing the shape of firm muscles underneath.
Harry cleared his throat, before opening his car door and stepping out towards
the building. Louis stumbled out the car and tried to keep up with him, as
Harry continued into the building. The man casually greeted a few people at the
reception desk, before leading Lou into the elevator.
The office building was looking like an old concrete clump with a hollow stone
cold modern deco inside. Louis didn’t really fancy the occasional pot plant and
Pollock-like splatter art, it seemed to promote a false sense of productivity
that was already drained from the boy’s system. He was grumpily dragged out of
bed at 6am by his mother who shoved him into the shower and apologised to an
awaiting Harry by the door, who looked like he hadn’t even fallen asleep last
night.
“This is my desk.” Harry announced, stopping before a crowded mess of papers
and pens. The boy scanned beyond his desk at the others spaced out around the
room. “You will be running papers for me.” Harry stated, fishing through a few
documents on his table before presenting a file. “This is the Haflex clothing
store and their purchase order, see here.” He pointed towards the top corner,
“It reads Liam Payne, okay, then you’ll take this folder and...” He began to
walk towards a glass office, “Follow me.” Harry stopped outside, before
knocking on the door, he was quickly called in. “Hey Liam, this is Louis.”
Harry introduced.
The man behind the desk smiled up at them both, his dark eyes easily falling on
Louis as he nodded calmly, “Hello dear boy.” He said, raising a hand out for
Louis.
With hesitance and unease Louis shook his hand, stiffly. “Nice to meet you,
sir.” The boy murmured, finding his eyes caught on the photo frames along his
desk.
“Right.” Harry said, “So then you bring this,” he pointed at the name printed
in the corner, “With his name on it, to his desk.” He concluded by placing the
folder on the edge of Liam’s desk. “Understood?” Harry checked. Louis nodded
simply, blinking awkwardly. “Great.” He smiled.
For the rest of the day, Louis clung to Harry, sitting by the side of his desk
and following his orders. The boy was distracted from spell checking some new
files as a pretty girl exhibited her thin body all over Harry’s desk, her
thighs already spread wide and ready for Harry’s dick to be packed between
them. The boy ended up biting his lip to hid his giggles as she strutted away
from their desk. The man was unaware or at least just ignoring her as he
continued to study the papers before him.
It led to Louis’s thoughts about Harry’s personal life, as he couldn’t
understand why he wasn’t married and raising the next generation already. Just
before they were about to head home for the rest of the day, Louis was leaning
back in his seat lazily throwing up a balled clump of paper and catching it,
when someone snuck in and caught it before it could reach his open palm. “Oi.”
Louis jeered, standing up to face a grinning young man with dark honey coloured
skin and cheeky amber eyes.
“You an intern here?” The young man asked, shuffling the crumbled paper between
his two hands.
Louis leant his hips back against Harry’s desk, crossing his arms over his
chest. “Nah, part time.” He offered, finding his eyes stuck on the top open
button of the young man’s dress shirt.
The man nodded, throwing the paper scrap to Louis, who caught it easily. “So
you just work weekends.” He stated. “Well I’m Akilah, nice to meet you.” He
held out his hand.
“Louis.” The boy responded, easily slipping his hand into Akilah, as the touch
of his hand spread warmth all up his arm.
Harry burst out of Liam’s office, clutching a heavy bundle of documents as he
looked up to see their handshake. The man didn’t understand why his stomach
clenched with a sick jealous feeling as he noticed a slight blush over Louis’s
cheeks. “Akilah,” Harry smiled at him, “Perfect timing, can you file these for
me?” He held out the papers. The intern’s smile fell as he released Louis’s
hand and instead took hold of the documents, he sent Louis a last smile before
turning and heading to the copy room.
Harry breezed around his desk to grab his coat, “I hope you had a good first
day, Louis.” Harry said, as they both begun to walk to the carpark.
The boy shrugged, frowning as he checked the time on his phone. His whole day
was gone and he was only $70 richer. But he knew that Harry had finished
earlier than normal for him, instead of staying til he was kicked out by the
security guard at 8pm.
They both arrived home as Johanna greeted them with big hugs and kisses,
sitting Lou down on the couch to gossip over every little detail of Harry’s
job. Louis was starting to feel like it was a quiz he should be studying for.
Harry excused himself to his room as he took out his mobile phone and stared at
Imogen’s contact for a long while.
He couldn’t decide how long was appropriate for him to stay away, he had
assumed that she would contact him, since she was the one that kicked him out.
But he was desperate to know what she was thinking, and whether she was keeping
that fat fuck’s kid.
Harry knew what it felt like to only be half wanted, he wasn’t a planned
pregnancy, but his loving mother easily adopted a parental figure. Unlike his
father who rejected him consistently throughout his life.
He frowned at his phone, he almost felt obligated to demand an answer from her.
Being separated from her wasn’t as unusual as he thought it would be. He does
miss his apartment though, and he misses the contents of his cupboard. He
looked down at his slimming duffle bag, knowing he would either have to start
washing clothes or he would need to return home to repack everything.
His heart felt more open now that he could count through his thoughts. He felt
a sense of relief flood over his muscle knowing that it wasn’t his child
growing in her belly. He wasn’t ready, he hadn’t ever felt ready. Even as he
was only halfway through the year from being 30, he still didn’t feel the
desire to have and hold a child. He did feel the need to be loved though, and
he supposed he was deluded into believing that love would come from Imogen. But
child or not, she would still be how she is. Muddled up in expecting the world
at her feet.
 
***
 
In the early hours of next morning, Louis woke up with a gasp as he found his
own hand grinding fervently against his crotch. His head was spilling with
images of Harry touching him, his large hand placed over his groin, with his
green eyes darkened. He was panting as each puff of his breath was softened by
a moan. He was achingly hard, and desperate for release. He could see Harry’s
bare chest, and the delicate trace of ink staining his skin. He knew the toned
muscles encased underneath those tattoos, he wanted to feel the heat from his
chest and taste the sweat from his skin.
The boy shoved his hand down his boxers gripping his dick, as he desperately
jerked himself. Harry’s name was on his lips as he tightened his hand around
the base, before stroking to the tip. He was so close to the edge, that he
didn’t even have time to prepare, before his balls were tightening and
releasing his cum all over his fist. It was a real mess, not just the splatter
of white over his body, but the echo of Harry through his mind.
Louis had spent the day in the office stuck to Akilah’s side as he couldn’t
even bring his eyes up to meet Harry’s. The man tried to catch his attention
though. He bought him a muffin for lunch and asked him how he was all
throughout the day. Louis was becoming good mates with Akilah the two of them
easily laughing and falling at each other’s side.
The man was glaring at them from across the office floor, he had papers
stacking up high on his desk. But nothing seemed more important in that moment
than watching the way Louis would laugh and rest a hand on Akilah’s strong arm.
Harry knew he shouldn’t be so fixated on the young boy, but he had such a
strong urge to grab him and pin him against the wall. Just to hold him close
and share the same breath with.
He didn’t even notice he had walked up behind Louis, until Akilah’s eyes
narrowed questioningly on his. Louis was huffing a texta, trying not to get any
of the blue marker on his nose that he didn’t notice the growing tension. He
was giggling like an idiot and bored out of his brains. “Louis.” Harry stated.
The boy frozen, his wide blue eyes reaching Akilah’s for help, the intern
smirked shaking his head. Louis quickly shoved the texta in his pocket, turning
to face the man. “Yeah?” He breathed out faintly.
Harry’s eyes dipped to the blue tip of Louis’s nose before he carefully let his
eyes slip over his pink lips. He quickly looked up into the boy’s concerned
blue eyes. “Uh, it’s home time.” He said, wetting his lips. “What happened
here?” He asked, purposefully holding his hand down by his side, to fight the
urge to poke his nose.
“Nothing.” Louis sad quickly, waving bye to Akilah as he led the way to the
lifts. Harry’s brow dented in confusion as he raised an eyebrow at the intern
for an explanation. He wasn’t given one.
When they arrived home that afternoon Johanna wasn’t home yet, as Harry had
made them leave earlier today. Doing anything to get Louis away from Akilah.
Louis easily lounged, kicking his feet up on the couch and flipping through the
TV channels. Louis settled on a Reno show that reminded him of Phil.
His boyfriend had become distant to him, not coming around to the house since
they both got a bit drunk. Louis figured that his lack of sex with Phillip was
causing his hyperactive libido to lust after Harry. He was already planning to
convince Phil to fuck him into the mattress everyday next week. He was smiling
happily at the thought as Harry dropped himself into the space next to him, the
boy throwing a look over his shoulder at him.
The man smiled at him, before opening a book that he brought in from the study
and focusing his attention on it for the next hour. Louis was going crazy. His
dick was growing hard at the sight of Harry’s reading glasses and the way he
tied his hair back.
He wanted to grab onto his hair as Harry’s lip would wrap around-
Louis cleared his throat, standing from the couch and deciding to take a much
needed hot shower. He ruffled his hair as he walked towards the bathroom, not
aware of Harry’s curious eyes that followed after him.
The water wasn’t even warm yet before Louis started stroking himself into full
hardness, he bit his lip to hide his rushed breaths as he rested his other hand
on the cold tiles. He fingers kept scraping against his stomach as he shifted
his hips to thrust into his fist. His thoughts were once again on Harry, even
as he tried to think of Phillip’s strong body moving along side him.
He needed more as he sunk his teeth into his arm, hiding his grunts. He moved
his hand off the wall, instead pushing a finger inside his arse and muffling a
moan at the sensation. He pumped his dick, trying to soften the wet slap of
skin on skin. As he deepened his finger further inside himself, trying to reach
his prostrate and chase after his orgasm.
Harry was stuck on the couch, he didn’t know what was crowding his thoughts. He
hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything that wasn’t Louis. He could hear
the plummet of water coming from the shower, and he could imagine the warm
water spreading down Louis’s body, loosening his muscles and flattening his
hair. He couldn’t understand the words before him as he read the same sentence
three times before giving up. He instead stared at the TV, finding it easy to
get lost in as images flashed before him, the echo of voices coming from a
screen instead of his mind.
Louis washed his cum off his hands, letting his head rest back against the
tiles as he watched his dick soften. He was totally fucked. It was the idea of
Harry pushing him against the wall and spreading his cheeks that had him coming
fast. He quickly finished off his shower, before stepping out and wrapping a
towel over his waist. His skin was flushed red, but that could easily be blamed
on the hot shower. He stepped out of the bathroom, carrying today’s clothes in
one hand as his eyes instantly connected with Harry’s.
The man had chosen this perfect time to stand up as he made awkward eye contact
with a very much dripping wet and naked Louis. He swallowed down his nerves as
he stood fully, even stepping a bit closer. He smirked, gesturing to his own
nose and looking down at Louis’s. “You’ve still got a bit of blue.”
Louis ran his thumb over his nose, trying to rub the ink off. He smiled weakly,
“Thanks.” He then quickly turned and purposefully bolted to his bedroom. He
didn’t want to have another wank again that day.
 
***** Chapter 8 *****
 
Over the next week Phil had only visited twice, both times incredibly briefly
as he worried that Harry would march in pry them apart. Louis stared at him
confused, trying to encourage him to keep up his hesitant and stiff thrusts.
“Harry walked in when we were drinking last week.” He murmured, halting Louis’s
eager hips.
“Did he?” The boy whispered, pressing kisses along Phil’s jaw.
“Yeah. He looked pissed.” Phil replied truthfully, slowly starting to push his
hips forward again.
It was another busy Saturday as Harry had to finish up a few deadlines,
involving specialised orders. He was nervously scanning the pages of
information and trying to write down the important facts. His head was spinning
because Louis had been particularly annoying that day, going around the office
and singing songs at the top of his lungs. All because Liam was out on a work
holiday, leaving Harry as the first in charge. But of course, Harry had little
to no power over Louis as he pushed Akilah around on the wheelie chairs and
threw himself to sit on the interns lap.
Harry was sure that fire was going to start blazing through the office as he
watched Akilah casually rest his hand on Louis’s thigh, his other hand poking
into the boy’s side. Louis was laughing and clutching onto Akilah’s shoulders,
conspiring with him as they both broke out into giggles.
To top of everything Holly had to burst out from the copy room carrying more
documents, as she sauntered towards Harry’s desk, before posing with her hair
hanging delicately over her shoulder. “These.” She whispered, leaning across
the desk, and bending enough to reveal her perky breasts spilling out her bra.
“Are from our Finland firm, they need you to co-approve a few applications.”
She flicked her golden eyes up to his, licking at her dangerously red painted
lips. “They have very-” she let her teeth drag over her bottom lip as she
pronounced the word, “Very specific instructions that they will only share with
you.”
“I’ll call them.” Harry murmured, looking down at the papers to avoid glaring
at her taut body stretched out before him.
“Sure Harry.” She smiled suggestively, “Let me know if you need anything else.”
She whispered, reaching across his arm to pick up the telephone and type in a
number. She placed the phone over his shoulder and let her nails scratch over
his collar bone. She turned, her body elegantly standing upright as she
continued to strut down the corridor, Harry couldn’t take his eyes off her.
He dropped the phone to the table, and bracketed his head in his hands, trying
to clear his racing mind. He knew he wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone without
his voice being too husky. The frustration of work and the boiling desperation
he had for sex was pushing low in his stomach again. He could already feel his
dick hardening as the fabric of his pants was stretched tight across his groin.
He just barely sensed someone was standing in front of him, before they gripped
his wrists and leant over his desk.
Harry’s eyes shot open as he felt their securing touch. Cheeky blue eyes stared
at him, a wiggling arse behind them. “Hey Harry.” He breathed seductively,
letting his warm breath fan across his cheek bones. The boy was smirking as he
leaned his chest against the table grinding his nipples along the edge. “Hmm
Harry. It’s so good to see you.” He whispered letting his clear eyes fall shut
dreamily. He licked his lips, before releasing one of Harry’s wrists to pick up
his abandoned pen instead. While staring directly at Harry he brought the pen
up to his plush lips, rolling it across the pink skin. Harry felt sweat build
up underneath his shirt as the warmth of his remaining hand spread through his
whole arm. The boy let his tongue flick over the tip of the pen before he
tongued at the side. He giggled, releasing Harry’s other wrist as he tugged at
the collar of his button-up shirt to reveal a peak of his prominent collar
bone. With a dangerous glint in the boy’s eyes he moved both hands to the pen,
before miming the tickling of bollocks underneath his chin.
His eyes crinkled as he instantly turned back into a somewhat normal Louis,
dropping the pen from his lips as he stood to his full height laughing loudly
and running his hands down the legs of his pants. Harry shook his head, feeling
his entire body flush, as pulled his chair further underneath the desk to hide
his full hard on. “Fuck, what is with her.” Louis scoffed referring to Holly’s
attempt of flirtation. “Please just get around to fucking her and get it out of
her system already.”
Harry cleared his throat, “Louis.” He avoided his eyes, instead picking up a
piece of paper. “I don’t need you distracting me.” He muttered as hostile as
possible. Wishing more than anything that the boy would either leave, or wrap
his lips around his aching cock.
Louis grinned, “You know I love seeing you flustered Harry.” He winked
playfully. Carefully studying the blush that spread of the man’s cheeks.
Harry widened his eyes, reluctantly looking up at the giggling boy. “Not in
that way.” Harry reassured quickly.
Louis snarled, “Harry I’m just trying to assist you, in ways that you won’t let
your assist do for you.” Louis continued to tease, as he traced a hand around
Harry’s jaw, cupping his chin. Harry shrugged him away.
“Holly assists me with what she is meant to assist me with.” Harry said,
keeping his eyes on the desk and ignoring the chills racing down his spine.
“You’re so boring Harry.” Louis whined as he rested his hands on his hips. “I’m
bored.”
Harry felt his chest become lighter with Louis around, the young man had a way
of teasing him past annoyance and just into oblivion. Harry could forget who he
was, or was meant to be, when his around Louis. He shrugged at the boy, “Well
go do your job then. Run these down stairs.” Harry instructed, holding out a
folder.
The boy whined, reluctantly yanking the folder from Harry’s hand as he
dramatically limped himself towards the lift and leaned against the wall,
looking like he was about to pass out from exhaustion. Harry watched his
performance, amused at the fanatics.
That afternoon Louis had managed to convince Harry to leave work early, and
Harry was happy enough to agree as he managed to ignore his hardening dick
since Louis was held up downstairs, and he still had tomorrow to finish his
deadlines anyway. He chuckled as Louis leaped eagerly into the car, already
flipping through the CDs shoved in the glovebox. Harry slipped into the driver
seat, quickly throwing the car into drive as he started on route home.
“Ew, what is this?” Louis asked, lifting up an old scratched up red CD.
“Hold it still,” Harry muttered, trying to read the title while keeping the car
on the road. “Oh... that.”
The boy frowned at him, “Taylor Swift, what the fuck.”
Harry sighed as a smile ghosted his lips, “It’s her best album.” He replied
honestly, shrugging his shoulder to play it off cool.
“I can’t believe you.” Louis shook his head, slipping a CD into the disk player
as he turned it up loud.
The speakers suddenly burst with Kayne West, “Fuck.” Harry grunted, quickly
turning the volume down as the noise pierced through his eardrums. “Are you
trying to deafen me?” He accused, glaring at the boy who grinned mischievously
back at him.
Harry gets caught up staring at his happy smile and the light blue of his eyes,
he wanted to hold this moment, wanted to stay listening to ‘Waves’ and
breathing the same cold air Louis as he taunted him. There was a loud thrill
that broke the moment as Harry stiffly shoved his hand in his pocket, pulling
out his phone.
Without checking the contact detail he passed it to Louis, “Answer it, on
speaker.” Harry said, shutting the music off and dousing the car in silence. It
quickly became awkward as a soft voice spoke between them.
“Harry?” Imogen asked, “I uh-” She swallowed, “I need to see you tonight.”
The man stiffened in his seat, as he felt ice soak over his muscle, freezing
him still. “Immi,” Harry breathed out, finding it hard to say anything to her,
with Louis staring expectantly at him. “I...” It was the first time he had
heard from her in over three weeks.
“Please baby, I really need you. I need you.” She whispered brokenly.
Harry tightened his hands around the steering wheel, looking longingly at the
busy road ahead of him, he wanted to drive away. To runaway. He didn’t know
what to do. He had been waiting for this call, before making a decision. But
now he wasn’t sure if he was ready. “Okay.” He replies quietly, “I’ll be over
tonight.”
He could hear Imogen’s sigh of relief, “Thanks Harry. I love you, baby.” She
whispered. Harry remained silent until she hung up, as the echo of
disconnection rang out in the car as Louis continued to stare at Harry for an
explanation.
“Who is Immi?” Louis wondered, curiosity denting his brow and a nauseating
feeling of worry sinking his stomach.
Harry frowned, not wanting to hear her name come from Louis’s mouth. “She’s my
wife.” He admitted, keeping his saddened eyes on the road.
Louis remained silent by his side for the rest of the trip as his young mind
raced with endless possibilities and theories. He knew that Harry was certainty
pretty enough to be married, but he didn’t think it would actually be the case
as the man seemed so content living on his own in their study. Louis had let
himself get comfortable with Harry’s daily presence and even looked forward to
their weekends alone. He figured that they must have had a falling out, and it
was the reason why Harry moved out.
They returned home, awkwardly distracting themselves in different rooms as
Louis finished off his homework in the kitchen, while Harry showered in the
bathroom and got ready to see Imogen. He had shaved his jaw, cleaning up the
faint stubble that started to grow as he picked out the nicest shirt he had. He
was walking between the study and the bathroom as he tried to perfect his hair.
Louis had then moved to the lounge room, watching his pacing humorously. “Come
here.” Louis groaned, lifting himself to stand as Harry stopped applying gel to
his hair in the bathroom. The man continued to stare confused at him, as the
boy stretched out his back and staggered his way into the tiny bathroom. “I can
style it.” He offered, scooping up the gel from his hand as he began to neatly
dissect Harry’s hair and let it toss around his head.
Harry held his breath as he tried to ignore how the warm light in the bathroom
brought out the tan of Louis’s skin, not to mention the crystal blue of his
eyes. The boy grinned and stepped back from Harry, looking up at his work. He
pressed his fingers to his lips, kissing it before throwing his hand to the
side. “Molto Bene.” Louis cheered.
The man couldn’t hide the smile that lifted up his lips, “Thanks, Louis.” He
stated, trying to ignore the way the boy’s lips fell from a smile as he
realised why Harry needed to look nice. He was trying to win back his wife.
Louis cleared his throat, stepping out of the bathroom, awkwardly dropping
himself back down onto the couch as he watched Harry apply cologne.
Louis was surprised to taste the metallic tang of blood as he realised he was
biting into his cheek as he stared jealously at the frocked up Harry. His
reasons weren’t justified as he kept trying to imagine Imogen as being an ugly
needy bitch. But he knew that for someone to snag up Harry, they had to be
absolutely beautiful.
Just before 9pm, Johanna stumbled through the front door, carrying bags of
shopping as she smiled sweetly at Lou, before she noticed Harry’s styled
appearance. “Are you going out?” She asked surprised.
“Imogen called.” harry murmured, pinning his shirt cuffs, “I thought I’d wait
until someone was home with Louis.”
Louis wanted to scream at that, he wasn’t a child. He didn’t want Harry of all
people to consider him someone who needed to be constantly monitored. He
thought the man was just procrastinating, and trying to avoid his ugly need
bitch of a wife. His mum quickly responded for Louis. “No, please don’t feel
the need to wait up for him. His seventeen now, and can watch himself perfectly
fine.” Jo insisted.
The man nodded, unsure. “Well okay, I’m going head off now.” He murmured,
throwing Louis a quick wave and pecking Jo on the cheek, before stepping
outside into the cold.
 
***** Chapter 9 *****
 
Harry had been waiting outside his old place for about 20 minutes, he wasn’t
sure when would be a good time to go inside. He even checked the streets for
any unfamiliar cars to see if the fat fuck father was here with her, but didn’t
see anything unusual.
Once it was well past 10pm, he finally knocked on the front door with his head
hung low. The door was quickly swung open as a teary eyed Imogen stood before
him. He looked up to see the light quiver in her lip and the tiredness
dampening her features.
“Are you alright, love?” Harry whispered, involuntarily reaching out to bring
her into a hug. Her body collapsed against his as she sobbed in a shallow
breath. His hands moved soothingly up and down her spine.
He felt relieved to feel her in his arms, to breath in the stench of cat food
and take in the warm accents that coloured their home. He lightly rested his
chin on her head, tangling a hand in her loose blonde hair.
“I’m so sorry Harry,” She sobbed, tightening his fingers in his shirt, “I never
meant to cheat on you. I love you. He was a mistake. The child-” Her voice
broke off as she buried her face in his neck. His breath hitched at the mention
of the kid.
“Immi, it’s okay to keep the baby.” He whispered, “You’ve been dying to have
one for years.” He stepped back, lightly pressing his finger underneath her
sharp jaw. “But only if your going to love it.”
Her eyes were stained with sorrow, her cheeks marked by fallen tears. She took
in a shaky breath, “I love you Harry, and I want your child.” Her small chest
was heaving, he looked at the hollow of her throat as he noticed the faded
bruise darkening her skin.
He moved his hands to her shoulders, holding her disintegrating body away from
him. “I need to think Imogen.” He murmured, not wanting to make a decision in
the twilight hours of their regrets.
“Please Harry.” She whispered, reaching a hand out to gently stroke her thumb
over his cheek. “We’ll be needing you.”
His eyes closed, he couldn’t stare into her fragile blue eyes any longer. He
didn’t feel the desire to have a child anymore. He wasn’t sure if he ever did.
Yet alone raising someone else’s. His eyes fluttered open as her lips pressed
against his, the soft taste of her tears slipping over his lips. He lightly
pushed back on her shoulders. “I can’t right now.” He breathed out, his words
ringing with a reminder of their violent night. He frowned at the uninvited
thought.
She stepped back, taking hold of his hand. “At least stay here tonight.” She
whispered, intwining their fingers together.
The man nodded briefly,  squeezing their hand gently as she led him towards
their bedroom. He followed quietly, ignoring the cold air that passed between
them.  He thought he wanted this to work.  Their bedroom was the same as he
last left it. The bed a mess, and the floor scrapped up from the dresser. She
let go his hand, continuing to her side of the bed as she stripped off her
cardigan, dropping it by the floor as she pulled back the covers and slipped
beneath the sheets.
Harry kicked off his shoes, keeping his black jeans and button up shirt on as
he laid down beside her. She easily rolled closer, running her hand down his
chest as she tangled their bodies together. “I missed you.” She whispered,
looking up into his cautious green eyes.
“I’m leaving tomorrow.” He promised, lightly squeezing his hand over her arm.
“We’ve still got problems to sort out.”  She pulled him closer, pressing their
bodies together as she held onto the feel of him lying next to her. Harry fell
asleep, his mind racing with worries towards the fat fuck and Imogen’s child.
He couldn’t support the birth of an unwanted child, he knew what it felt like
and didn’t want to see another kid experience what he had.
 
***
 
Harry wanted to nuzzle his head into his arm, but found it hard to reach. He
squinted his eyes at the burning sun pushing through the open window. The soft
falling curtain already unfamiliar to him as he blinked back the light. “Immi?”
He grumbled, his voice roughened by sleep. He leant forward to sit himself up,
when he felt a tight strain in his chest.
“What the fuck?” He grumbled, tugging against the makeshift binds pinning his
arms out from him. “Immi?” He called. He quickly became awake as he stared away
from his favourite maroon coloured ties that were wrapped around his wrists, to
look at a grinning Imogen walking out of the bathroom.
“Good morning baby.” She said sweetly, her hair was messily pinned, letting her
blonde strands fall down around her shoulders. Her eyes clear and bright, with
no signs of yesterdays tears.
Harry stared down at her body that was sexily covered in a tight one piece, a
creamy pink coloured corset that matched her blushing cheeks. “What is this
baby?” He asked, tugging harshly at the ties.
“You.” She poked a finger at his toe. “Have been forgetting all about me.” She
giggled, running a hand down her chest. He swallowed thickly, feeling cold fear
coarse through his blood.
“Immi, you look amazing.” He smiled faintly, trying to sit himself upright. As
he shifted his arm back, he twisted and caught a glimpse of the clock sitting
on the bedside table. “Shit! I’m late.” He looked desperately at her, feeling
panic rush over him as he imagined a miserable Louis waiting up for him. “I’m
really late for work, I need to go.” His voice faltering as he desperately
tried to leave, not trusting her calculated eyes.
“Uh uh uh uh baby,” She crawled onto the bed, slipping her hands up his pant
covered legs.
“Imogen, I told you I need time.” He urged, trying to ignore the chills that
ran up his legs from her sharp nails. “Please.”
She lifted her eyes to his, as she confidently straddled his hips. “My fucking
fertile window Harry.” She giggled hysterically, slapping her small hands to
his covered chest. The sound ringing out between them as Harry fought to
contain his shout of expletives. “And there is no way you will ever be shoving
me around in the kitchen again.”
Harry’s breath was rough, as he stared fearfully at her. “I’m sorry Immi, I’m
really sorry for that.” He whispered, hoping that she had forgiven him for it.
Her smile was forced, “This way Harry, I know you can’t hurt me.” She softly
ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the way his body responded. She fiddled
at the buttons on his shirt, before slowly unbuttoning each one and exposing
his chest. Her hands were cold against his warm skin as he sucked in a tight
breath. She sat down against his hips aligning their sex’s together. He hated
how his body responded so eagerly to her. “Ooh big boy.” She whispered, moaning
at the feel of him growing beneath her.
She bent her body forward, lying across Harry’s chest. She pressed her lips
against his neck, licking softly at his skin. She hummed against him, trailing
a hand up along his cheek before curling her hand in his smooth curls. She gave
him a twisted smirk before tugging on his curls and lifting his head back,
exposing his neck. He grunted at the pain, as she pushed her lips against his
throat. She dragged her teeth against his skin as she sucked on it, tonguing
the raw flesh.
“Fuck Immi, not where it can be seen.” He complained, feeling his dick standing
fully hard underneath his tight jeans. He was strung out, his member twitching
at hopes of reaching anything. “Immi.” He panted, mewling as she pulled on his
hair again.
“Do you want to fuck me Harry?” She asked, sitting back on his hips as she
swivelled her pelvis to tease his thick cock. He felt shame flush over his
body, as he released a broken moan.
“Yes baby.” He groaned deeply, setting his feet against the mattress as he
thrusted his hips up. She whined, dropping her head to her chest as she moaned
out. She rocked her hips against his, as her clever fingers reached behind her
to untied the corset. She peeled it away from her body revealing her perky
breasts. She tangled her fingers in her hair, unpinning the bobby pins as she
let it tumble down her body.
She smiled as she lifted up on the bed, unclipping his belt and quickly tugging
his zipper as she heaved his underpants down to release his hard dick. It
sprung high as she bit her lip staring down at him. She kneeled between his
legs, dropping her chin to his member, as she rolled her mouth onto him. His
breath caught as he thumped his head back against the pillowed. His chest was
rising heavily as he panted at the feeling of her warm mouth against his aching
cock.
“You like that.” She whispered, as she licked at the tip.
He clenched his teeth to stop himself from yelling out, “Imogen, I can’t do
this with you.” He begged, finding his thoughts scattered as he squeezed his
eyes shut.
She grinned, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. She moved herself up on
the bed, hovering above his dick as she stared at his face. He opened his eyes
once he noticed that she stopped touching him.
“No Immi,” He frowned, “You’re already pregnant, there’s no point. Fucking me
here won’t turn that baby into mine.”
She smiled sweetly at him, “I had an abortion Harry. So this one will be
yours.” Confusion was on his face, before it was wiped clean as she lowered
herself onto him.
They both moaned at the sensation, Harry was desperate to grip her hips and
shove her off. He felt disgusted and disappointed. But she loved teasing him.
She pushed her hands against his stomach, lifting herself briefly before moving
back down. She circled her hips, feeling him deep inside. “Fuck me.” He groaned
loudly.
She teased him by running a hand down her stomach, lingering a finger above her
entrance, teasing herself. “It was always meant to be just us Harry.” She
whispered.
“What?” He whined, hating how weak he sounded.
She pouted, “I want us to become a family.” She moved her other hand to grasp
at her breast. She moaned, drawing her hips forward as she arched her back.
“Didn’t you love me?” She wondered.
“Yes baby, yes yes.” Harry panted, trying desperately to find her wide eyes.
“ I love you too,  baby.” She hiked herself up before sinking down roughly,
Harry cried out feeling himself stumbling closer to the edge. She didn’t stop
as she pounded herself harder against his dick, running a hand down his chest
and nibbling at his chin.  He looked up into her cheeky eyes, finding the inner
blue circling within them reminding him of a clear blue on a certain beautiful
boy.  He puffed out short breaths as he felt his body shaking, his hands
clenched in fists as he pushed against the restraints.  He groaned at the
thought of Louis’s pronounced collar bone, and the rough stubble scratched over
his jaw. He felt his stomach tighten as he saw the way his obscene lips could
move in such a perfect rhythm around his pen, or the way he looked bent over
his office desk.  He growled as he came, thrusting in time with her tiny hips.
He fell over the edge, dropping himself back against the bed as he caught his
breath. His green eyes slipping shut.
She pressed a kiss to his lips, “ Welcome home, my love.” She whispered,
leaning across him to untie his hands before  lifting  off him  and lightly
touching her sore entrance. She excused herself to the bathroom as she started
up the shower.
Harry laid against the bed, the pleasure was soon outlived as guilt choked him
into silence. He kept his hands by his sides as his muscles relaxed into the
mattress. He could feel tears prickle in his eyes as he thought about his
mistake of coming over last night. He shouldn’t have stepped a foot inside. He
wasn’t ready to face Louis and explain his absence from work. He felt dirty as
he stood from the bed, his hand roughly shoving his dick back in his underpants
before zipping up his jeans. He buttoned his shirt and slipped his shoes back
on his feet.
He couldn’t bring himself to say goodbye to her as he escaped from the bedroom.
He hurriedly past the kitchen and the lounge room where he caught the dreadful
sight of fresh baby toys shoved in the corner. He was sobbing thickly as threw
himself into the car and sped off back to the Tomlinson household.
The house echoed with his rushed breaths as he tried to carry himself into his
room. “Harry?” He was stopped by the question that weighted the air around him.
Louis stood up from the couch, taking in Harry’s messy hair and tensed body. “I
can’t talk right now Louis.” The man muttered, pushing past him into the study.
The boy looked after him, feeling his chest tighten with sorrow, he had figure
he slept over at his wife’s house when he didn’t come home last night. But he
didn’t expect to see Harry so broken and tormented. He looked as worse as he
did the first time he saw him step inside their house, nothing like the happy
person he was yesterday afternoon before she called.
It took a few minutes for Harry to catch his breath before he stumbled over his
feet and staggered into his clothes for work. Half an hour later he was out the
door with a mismatch of socks and a suspicious Louis by his side. The man’s
shirt was untucked and his shoelaces untied. As he sat in the car, he could
feel the strain of his pulled muscles along his stomach, as he buckled up his
seat belt.
He pulled off the curb as he lifted his hands to the steering wheel, catching
sight of the angry red marks against his wrists. He instantly drew it back into
his body and tugged his sleeves over it in hopes of hiding it.
“What happened Harry?” Louis asked quietly, noticing his disarray. Harry tried
to ignore him as he left the car in an uncomfortable silence. Louis shifted,
leaning over the car console and staring closely at him. Harry threw a glance
at him as he met his clear blue eyes, feeling regret compact his stomach. He
blinked at the boy wanting nothing more than to slam his head against the
steering wheel. He had fucked up. Seriously fucked up.
He looked away, as Louis continued to try and find his green eyes. Harry
pressed his lips together, “I’m sorry that we’re going to be late for work.” He
murmured hollowly, his voice too deep to be his own.
“I don’t care about that.” Louis said, the words easily falling from his lips,
filling the silence without any heavy obligation behind it. “I care about you,
and you don’t look too well.”
The man remained silent, his head was spinning with thoughts of Imogen’s
manipulation and Louis’s innocence. He couldn’t ignore the warmth that spread
through his stomach at the care written all over Louis’s face, and he couldn’t
forget the thoughts that brought him to climax earlier that morning. “I’m
fine.” Harry said so quietly, Louis wasn’t sure he caught it all.
The boy’s sad eyes narrowed on Harry’s neck, he noticed the clear evidence of
what certainly must have been a good night. The red love bite staining his
neck, as it stared gloatingly back at the boy. “I don’t have to keep working
with you, if you choose to move back in with you wife.” Louis muttered quietly.
“What?” Harry asked, turning his head to face the boy.
“If it reminds you of the reason why you left in the first place, then I
understand if you don’t want to see me again.” The boy dropped his head to his
chest, staring down at his folded hands.
Harry tightened his hand on the steering wheel, cursing the bad traffic. “It’s
not that Louis.” Harry stated, “We aren’t...” He paused, catching his breath
and trying to gather enough sense of the situation to make a decision for the
boy. “We still have problems.” He cleared his throat, “She’s incredibly
manipulative.”
The boy’s stomach churned uncomfortably at the mention of manipulation, he took
in the dark hickey on his neck and the marks around his wrists. “What did she
do?” He asked curiously.
Harry frowned, trying to fight back the urge to breakdown in front of him.
“She...” He blinked back the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks.
“She wants a child.” He looked hesitantly back at Louis. “With me.” He pulled
into the carpark, taking his time to unclip his seatbelt as Louis remained
frozen beside him, lost in his own thoughts. “And she...” He paused, wetting
his lips nervously. “She was pregnant with someone else’s kid.” Louis threw him
a shocked glance at that. Harry ignored it, “But now…” He swallowed thickly,
“Now she’ll be pregnant with my child.”
The silence sweltered around them, as Louis fiddled with the seam of his pants.
“Do you want a child?” Louis whispered quietly into the space between them.
“I used to.” Harry replied, looking out of the window. “Not since I’ve thought
things through.”
They were both swallowed up by the silence as Harry bit his lip, regretfully
taking in Louis’s numb movements as he unbuckled his seatbelt and lifted his
hand to the handle, pausing as he looked up to Harry. “Thank you for talking
with me.” Louis whispered, meeting Harry’s grief stricken eyes.
“Thanks for caring.” The man responded.
 
***** Chapter 10 *****
 
It was the first time Phil had been over to Louis’s house in almost a week, as
he quickly brought the boy into a big hug. “Hey goofy.” He chuckled, ruffling
Louis’s styled hair.
“Oi you bitch.” Louis muttered, fixing his hair and playfully nudging his
boyfriend away. It was early in the afternoon, a few hours until school would
be finished. Phil had skipped the rest of classes to catch up with Louis who
had spent the day at home, because he said he was feeling sick. When he really
just needed a break from everything.
“So how’s my sleeping beauty?” Phil wondered, chasing after the boy to grab at
his hand and pull him into a kiss.
“Sick. Phil.” He reminded, pulling away from the kiss and flopping down against
the couch.
The blonde hair boy smirked, crawling between Louis’s legs. “Oh my poor baby.”
He whispered, running his hands up along his boyfriend’s thighs. “Can I make
you better?” Louis gave him an unimpressed look, “Okay fine, a blow job?”
The boy scoffed, “Nah.” He muttered, pushing him out from between his legs.
“I’m not in the mood.”
Louis hadn’t been in the mood for ages, instead finding himself distracted by
sad thoughts about Harry. He couldn’t rid himself from the idea of Harry
spending the rest of his life stuck with a wife and child he didn’t want. He
had seen Harry sulking as he walked slowly down the corridor at home and spent
longer than normal at his desk at work. He could see the vagueness in his eyes,
his hollow hues that look aimlessly around outside his world.
“What’s wrong?” Phil asked, sitting himself next to Lou on the couch. “It’s
like you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Not avoiding you. Just not feeling it at the moment.” Louis mumbled, curling
into Phillip’s side. “I still love you babe.” Phil’s hand was stiff as he
slowly ran down Louis’s side.
They remained in each other’s company for the remained of the afternoon,
together they sat flipping through the TV and sharing a few kisses.
Just before 5pm Phillip left, purposefully avoiding Harry as he pushed a kiss
to Louis’s lips, with a promise of seeing him tomorrow. A few minutes later,
Louis was sat back on the couch with his eyes drooping closed as Harry stepped
through the front door.
The man looked washed away, his skin paling and his eyes hollowing. He walked
like he had been amputated, like a part of himself was left behind. Louis sat
up as he noticed his pained expression. “Harry?” He asked, trying to catch his
eyes.
“Louis.” The greened eyed man muttered in greeting as he continued into his
room.
Concern drenched Louis’s features as he stared after him, desperate to follow
and comfort. They hadn’t talk about his wife’s pregnancy since that morning
last week, but the boy could tell it was what consumed Harry’s happiness and
thoughts.
Harry kicked off his shoes, dropping to the mattress on the floor as he caught
his breath. His gut felt permanently stretched with stress, his muscles weak
with guilt as he drifted through days. He couldn’t forget that with each day
his child would grow a little more. Imogen’s body adapting for the survival of
two people.
Thick acid slogged through Harry’s veins, constantly pumping fear around his
heart and letting it soak deep into his muscles. He puffed out weak breaths as
he stared up at the ceiling, wishing deep inside it would crush into him,
separating his soul from the body it was connected to. He shut his eyes,
letting himself drift into the sea of his worries as he tried to find himself
amongst the wreckage of his sanity.
There was a soft knock at the study door, Harry peeked an eye open. “Yeah
Louis?” He said gruffly. The boy twisted the door handle, taking that as
permission as he slowly stepping inside. His blue eyes quickly narrowed on
Harry’s spread out form on the floor.
“How are you?” Louis asked quietly, his eyes scanning the weariness of the
man’s eyes.
He chuckled dryly, shutting his eye again as he rested back into his bed.
“Shit.” He muttered honestly. “But it’s not something you need to worry about.”
He quickly added.
Louis moved closer, hesitantly sitting on the edge of the mattress. “I’m
worried anyway.” He murmured.
Harry opened his eyes as he felt the dip of the mattress, he looked over to
Louis as he tucked his arm underneath his head to continue watching the boy.
The soft skin of Louis’s bitten lip was a good distraction from his dark
thoughts. “It’s what happens.” Harry shrugged, “You fuck someone, their bound
to have a baby.”
Blue eyes shot up to his green ones as they widened in surprise at the coarse
language, “I uh-”
Harry scoffed, cutting off his nervous stutter. “I know you’re having sex with
Phil.” He replied bluntly, letting his eyes fall closed again, so he didn’t
have to watch the panic flash across the boy’s face. “It’s a lot easier when
your both men.” He mumbled, gladly taking the distraction as images of Louis
kissing Phil came to mind. “I mean, it must hurt fitting a dick up your arse,
but once its in I’m sure its a lot less painful than getting fucked by a crazy
manipulative bitch.”
After a moment the boy responded hesitantly, “It doesn’t hurt if you take your
time.” He whispered softly, his cheeks flaming red as he tried not to imagine
what it would feel like kneeling above Harry’s flushed chest and hearing his
deep moans.
The man’s eyes jumped open as shifted to lean on his elbows. His green eyes
studied the boy before him, he felt his lips lift at the soft blush caressing
his skin. “How many times have you done it?” Harry wondered, wetting his lips.
Louis looked back at Harry, he wasn’t sure if they were crossing boundaries.
But Louis couldn’t stop himself from lifting his knee up on the bed as he moved
closer to Harry, feeling the heat from his thighs seep into his own skin. “I
started when I was fifteen. So I’ve been doing it for two years. But only with
the same person.” The boy replied honestly. He tangled his fingers into the
cool sheets. “Have you ever been with a man?”
Harry titled his head to the side, his lips parted before he shook his head.
“Never.”
“Why not?” Louis questioned.
The man shrugged, trying to play it off. “I’m not gay.” Louis felt the air
escape his lungs, he couldn’t voice another casual reply as his chest squeezed
uncomfortably. He hoped that disappointment wasn’t written all over his face.
Harry sat up on the bed, bringing their bodies closer as he read Louis easily.
“But there is…” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’m married.” He stated
instead, avoiding Louis’s eyes. “And soon I’ll be a father, there isn’t time
for exploring phases that I missed out on in college.”
Louis folded his arms over his chest. “It isn’t a phase.” He spat, with a weak
heat behind it. “I love Phil.” He ensured, finally able to take in a deep
breath as he started to feel his vision swimming.
“So you don’t find… long hair, painted nails and rounded breasts attractive?”
Harry questioned, moving his legs over the side of the bed as his thigh bumped
into Louis’s. The boy shook his head. “You don’t find curves, stockings and
soft whines, a turn on?” He continued, staring at the light hairs on Louis’s
thighs where his shorts stopped. “Not even red painted lips?”
Louis laughed uncomfortably, “I prefer when I’m the one wearing it.” He replied
honestly, catching Harry’s straying eyes.
The man’s sunk his teeth into his lips, finding his head polluted by sickening
thoughts of Louis’s body spread out before him, his thighs clad with dark
stockings and his lips painted a sinful red. The soft rush of his breath as
Harry’s hand would run down his hard stomach, his fingers lingering near his
interested cock.
Louis watched as Harry’s eyes darkened, and his breath hitched. The boy felt
his skin crawl with desire as Harry stared at his parted thighs. The anger and
fear dissipated from Harry’s mind as Louis flooded his senses. He cautiously
reached a hand out, placing it on the boy’s knee as he felt the heat from his
skin burn into his palm. He lightly traced his fingers over his skin, as the
boy tightened his muscles, his breath catching as Harry looked up into his
light blue eyes.
It felt clear staring at Louis, it felt right as the man looked across his
tanned skin and understood each twitch of his lips and the drag of his rushed
breath.
Louis wanted to reach out and take hold of him, he wanted to feel the strength
of his arms and the strands of his dark hair. “Louis Tomlinson-” Harry
whispered, his voice breaking. “Your just a boy.” He flinched his hand away
from the boy’s knee as he turned away, shame creeping over his skin. “I’m
sorry. I’m really fucked up at the moment.” Harry muttered, catching his head
in his hands.
The boy felt his stomach twist nervously, as reality settled in between them.
“It’s okay.” Louis urged.
“It’s not. It’s really inappropriate. I mean...” Harry shook his head, “Fuck,
I’ve known you since you were a baby. I held you in my arms when you could
barely say your own name.”
“It’s different now-”
“No Lou.” He cut him off, reaching the boy’s sad eyes. “I’m a grown man. I’m-”
“I’m not pushing you away Harry.”
They fell silent staring at the desire that clung thickly between them, Harry
wanted to pin him down, wanted to lose himself in the feel of the boy’s arching
body underneath him. Louis wanted to be encircled by those muscular arms,
wanted to feel the beat of his heart against his own.
“How long have you been married to her for?” Louis whispered, bringing Harry
out of his turmoil and back into his guilt.
“Two years.” He mumbled, dropping his eyes.
Louis tried to catch his eyes again, “Why did you wait so long to have a
child?”
“Lou, please-”
“Why?” The boy insisted.
Harry bit his lip, his chest tightening around the words. “Because I wasn’t
ready.” He could feel tears prickle in his eyes.
“Why weren’t you ready Harry?” He continued.
The man threw his eyes to Louis, pinning him with his hard glare. “Because I
was still deciding whether the marriage was a good idea.”
“Just because your having a child with her, it doesn’t mean you need to remain
married.”
“Yes it does Lou. I know what it feels like to live as an unwanted child. It’s
a horrible experience, and its especially worse when you look like the spitting
image of your father.” Harry muttered.
Louis frowned at the man, recognising his sense of abandonment. “Did you’re
parents divorce?” The boy whispered.
“They did.” Harry acknowledged, he was well over it by now. His mother had
moved on and his father had pissed off. In the end all it ever did was shuffle
their lives around, but they were for the better now. Harry convinced himself
this.
“So are mine.” Louis murmured.
His soft curls tickled behind his neck, “But Johanna has raised you excellently
on her own.”
Nodding, Louis wrung his wrists, “Yes she did.” He licked his lip hesitantly
“How did you meet her?” He wondered, the question denting his brow.
“She lived next door and would hear my mum and dad fighting.” He ducked his
head to his chest, “She would invite me over and comfort me. I was only a boy
then, and you were an infant.” He felt his lips lift at the memory before they
dropped at the sorrowful reminder of his youth. “But then mum moved us away, we
changed our contact details so that my father couldn’t find us.” He shook his
head, “Johanna gave me her email address privately, and I managed to keep in
contact with her. But I hadn’t seen her in years. I tried to forget about
everything, all the bad and the good.”
Lou silently watched Harry’s expressions, ignoring the ping in his chest at the
mention of his horrid father. “I’m glad my mum was your friend.” He smiled,
“And I think we would have been friends if you stayed next door.”
Harry nodded numbly, “I mean, I am twelve years older. You might not have
wanted to spend time with a boring uni student like me.”
The boy bumped his shoulder, “I bet your just exaggerating.” Lou muttered.
They both smiled at each other, trying to ignore the feelings of interest as
they took in the soft shade of worry escaping their features. “What do you want
for dinner?” Harry asked, wanting to keep the smile on Louis’s face.
“You can cook?” The boy asked shocked.
Harry shook his head, shoving Lou’s shoulder as he stood to his feet. “I can.
And I’m amazing at it.”
“Bullshit.” Lou chuckled, holding his hand up for Harry to take.
The man easily slipped his hand into Louis’s, “Well your just going to have
believe me.” Harry jeered, tugging the boy to his feet as he stumbled forward a
bit into the man’s chest. “So what do you want?” He asked, his breath picking
up at their close proximity.
Louis swallowed, taking in the opaque green of his eyes. “I like pasta.” He
shrugged, finding himself nervous under Harry’s eyes.
“Pasta it is.” Harry whispered, letting his fingers scrap along Louis’s wrist
and his arm before dropping back to his side. “You want to come to the shops
with me?” He asked, praying that the boy would say yes.
The boy smirked folding his arms over his chest to hold himself together and to
keep from blushing like crazy. “Okay fine. But no Taylor Swift on the way
there.” He demanded.
“Fine. But we’ll have it on the way back.” Harry teased, slipping his feet back
into his shoes and checking his pockets for the car keys. Louis started making
gagging noises and Harry thumped him gently on the shoulder. “Come on, I’ve
heard you singing along sometimes.”
“What? Never!” Louis complained, finding his own shoes and following Harry out
to the car.
They scooted around the grocery store, picking up more ingredients than
necessary. Louis was set on a specific kind of pasta noddle that he had Harry
completely lost as he searched the shelves for penne. Once they had found all
the items, they started to line up. The boy turned to Harry with panic on his
face as he patted down his pockets. “I haven’t got any money on me.” He stated.
Harry mocked surprise, as he threw a hand over his mouth. “What? No way!” The
man announced sarcastically, breaking out into a grin and shoving the boy’s
shoulder. “I’m paying, chill.”
Louis frowned, “Don’t make me feel like a lady of the night.” He whined,
sending a weak punch to Harry’s chest.
“It’s not like your having sex with me.” The man shrugged, as he continued to
greet the check-out chick as he left a stunned Louis.
The boy was still a bit caught up on their moment back in Harry’s room, as he
could still feel the warmth of his hand on his knee. Stiffly Louis tried to
carry bags towards Harry’s car as his thoughts ticked over about having sex
with harry. Even though it shouldn’t be something on his mind. But it was
something at least somewhat on Harry’s mind.
They both sat in the car, Harry biting his lip nervously as he noticed Louis’s
silence since his stupid comment. He was lost in his thoughts, until music
burst through the speakers of the car. He didn’t even notice Louis slipped the
Taylor Swift cd in the player as the young boy giggled by his side.
“Your really asking for it now Tomlinson.” Harry smirked, before singing as
loud as he could. “A few mistakes ago, you got me alone. But you found me-”
Louis was blushing at the smooth gravel of Harry’s voice, with his jaw lifted
as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “His long gone, when his
next to me. I realised the blame was on me.”
The boy grinned as he joined in for the chorus, “Because I knew you were
trouble when you walked in. Shame on me.” They were both glossy eyed as they
smiled at each other, Harry suddenly felt breathless as he watched Louis’s
voice escape him. The husk of his voice, that rung out between them, the shake
of his shoulders as he ran out of breath.
Harry had to push the brakes as he came up too close to the back of another
car, causing Louis’s eyes to snap open in panic. It made him look younger than
he was, he looked like a lost child, searching the crowds for a familiar face,
until finally his eyes connected to his. Harry ran his thumb over his own lips,
“You can sing.” He replied honestly.
The boy blushed, ducking his head to his chest. “You too.” He murmured.
 
***** Chapter 11 *****
 
The man pulled the car up to the curb as he shut off the engine. He could feel
the tension shift thickly between them, their minds were busy trying to ignore
each other’s cute habits and twitches. Harry swallowed, Louis catching sight of
his Adam’s apple as it bobbed nervously. “You hungry?” The man asked, noticing
the boy’s curious eyes upon him.
“Yeah.” He breathed.
Harry nodded, stepping out of the car and grabbing hold of the groceries, the
boy easily lending a helping hand. They piled the groceries into the fridge as
Louis started boiling some water in a pot. Harry was frozen where he stood
rinsing tomatoes as he watched the boy. “Wow.” He breathed, causing Louis to
look up at him. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you helping out
in the kitchen.” Harry smirked.
The boy poked his tongue out at him, continuing to flick on the stove. “I’m not
incompetent.” Louis reassured. “If you haven’t noticed.”
“I didn’t think you knew how it worked.” Harry mumbled, starting to cut up the
vegetables.
“Oh please, I actually cook better than my mum does.” The boy quipped, cutting
up the eggplant and starting to lather it with salt.
Harry watched him cautiously, “Do you?” He asked skeptically. The boy thumped
him in the shoulder.
“Yes, I’m basically ready to be sold off as a housewife now.” Louis stated,
grabbing a pan and heating up oil.
“Housewife.” Harry chuckled, starting to dice the onion. “With that scrappy
shirt, I don’t think anyone’s gonna want you.” Harry joked.
Louis gasped, as he mocked being hurt. “I’ll have you know I clean up
excellently as a housewife.” He insisted. “I guess I’ll have to show you,
Styles.” He teased. The boy then jumped and did a little twirl. “Your gonna be
begging my mum for my hand in marriage.” He giggled, escaping from the kitchen
and disappearing into the corridor.
The man shook his head at the boy’s theatrics as he continued to serve up the
vegetables as he added in the pasta sauce and started to boil the penne
noddles. He wasn’t surprised as he turned off the stove that Louis wasn’t back
yet, he was pretty sure that boy was looking for any lame excuse to bail out on
cooking.
Harry carried two full bowls of spaghetti to the kitchen table, before
returning to grab out a beer for himself and contemplating on whether he should
get Louis something too. He settled on giving the boy a weak cider. The man was
sat at the table, tossing over the pasta sauce over his noddles as the boy’s
clicking heels could be heard walking closer.
“Finally Lou, your food was getting-” Harry’s thoughts stopped, as he took in
the smug smile from the boy as he leant against the archway into the kitchen.
His long legs were wrapped up in black stockings that highlighted the curve of
his ankles and the strong muscles in his thigh. His feet were slipped into a
pair of tall heels, accentuating the stretch of his legs. He wore a simple
black skin tight dress that clung firmly to his stomach, it revealed his
swallow breaths. Louis’s hair was messily styled over his darkly outlined eyes,
his lips parted and painted a deep red. Harry swallowed his voice.
“Housewife material.” Louis stated shyly, throwing his arms to the side, as it
showed off his toned muscles and the gentle tan along his skin.
The man nodded numbly, dropping his hand from the table as he shamelessly let
his eyes trace along the boy’s body. “I finished cooking dinner.” He announced
pointlessly, dragging his eyes away as he stared at the bowl of food.
“Cool.” Louis chuckled, swinging himself into the seat opposite Harry. “This
for me?” He questioned, reaching for the cider.
Harry nodded, making the mistake of looking back up at the handsome boy’s face.
“Only if you don’t tell your mother.” He murmured, finding his eyes caught up
on the boy’s dark lips.
Louis’s cheeky grin was spread wide as he breathed in a response, before
chuckling and instead dragging the open bottle over his lower lip. Tipping his
head back and taking in a gulp. The cider spluttered down his dress as he
choked on it a little. Harry felt a chuckle escape his own wet lips. “Easy
tiger.” He muttered, cooly taking a swig of his own beer.
The boy had downed half his bottle before starting on his cool pasta. Harry
felt himself staring at his throat and his lips as he ate. “So do you… dress
like a woman a lot?” Harry wondered, trying to act casual and failing at it.
“Mainly for fun.” The boy shrugged, “Sometimes for Phil.” He replied honestly.
Harry stiffened at the mention of Phillip. He was enjoy the view of Louis and
found himself forgetting that the boy had a partner who had also probably
stared at him in a tight dress.
Louis was nervous but couldn’t deny that he felt hot underneath the stockings
that made his legs run smoothly together. He was stabbing at the pasta and
feeling the alcohol soak through his bones. He felt loose and giggly as he kept
catching Harry’s wandering eyes over his body. Louis finished off his cider and
licked his lips, drawing in the man’s green eyes. “Are you going to finish
that?” The boy asked, ducking his head Harry nodded quickly, unsure to what he
was offering.
The boy stood up and leaned across the table, his dress riding up over the
curve of his arse. The top peaked down to reveal the smooth expanse of his bare
chest. Louis’s hand tightened on Harry’s beer before sitting back and bringing
the bottle up to his lips with a grin.
The man blinked as he watched Louis down his mostly full drink, “Wait, I don’t
think-” Harry began before Louis cut him off.
“Now I’m like your lady of the night.” The boy winked, running his hand down
his chest towards his crotch as he drained the last of the beer.
Harry’s stomach tensed, his eyes torn between the ripple of his throat and the
explorative journey of his hand. He could feel his pants tighten at the boy’s
seductive behaviour, as he sucked in a tight breath. A warm blush was scattered
over the man’s cheeks as he was moving his lips, but no sound came out. Louis
was about to make a comment before they both jumped as they heard the front
door open.
Harry sprung forward and grabbed the bottles, shoving them in the sink before
sitting back in his seat and trying to act as normal as possible. Johanna made
quick movements up the hall as she burst into the kitchen with her pale nurses
uniform still on.
“Evening Harry.” She greeted, sighing as she dropped her handbag on the bench.
“Hi.” The man bit out, throwing a hesitance glance towards the girly Louis. But
blinked as he was returned by the sight of an empty table end.
“So where’s Louis?” Jo asked, moving towards Louis’s seat as she picked up his
fork and stabbed at the noodles.
Harry swallowed guilty, “In his room I think.” He stated, just as he felt soft
hair scratch over his knee. His breath hitched as he felt Louis suddenly
sitting in between his legs.
“Yeah he hasn’t been feeling well.” Jo murmured, dropping the fork back into
the bowl and carrying it over to the kitchen counter.
Louis openly admired Harry’s crotch, it was clad in black jeans that were quite
tight. He could see an obvious bulge, quite a large bulge that looked well held
in his underpants. He let his hands fall on Harry’s leg, he could feel the
alcohol dampening his thoughts as he then rest his head on his inner thigh. The
boy could see the man’s stomach clench beneath his tight shirt as he wanted to
reach out and touch him.
“Anyway, I’m just stopping by to grab some spare clothes for tomorrow. They
want me to stay for the overnight shift.” She murmured, picking up her handbag
again. “Tomorrow morning could you wake Louis up and get him dressed for
school.”
“Yep, no worries.” Harry replied, his voice suddenly breathless.
Johanna gave him a comforting smile as she patted him on the shoulder. Harry
could never have been more thankful for the table cloth than in that moment.
“We’re both really special to have you here Harry.”
“I can’t thank you guys enough for letting me stay for so long.” Harry
murmured, as he could feel Louis’s hand sliding up from his knee towards his
inner thigh, his fingers teasing the pant seam that stop at the swell of his
groin. Harry released a strangled moaned, before clearing his throat.
Johanna gave him a brief smile, “Anyway, I’ll be off to work again, I’ll be
back at 10am tomorrow.” She let her hand slip off his shoulder as she turned
and left down the corridor.
The boy giggled in the silence, as he leaned closer towards Harry, lifting up
the table clothe as he looked up at Harry’s crotch and then at his stunned
gorgeous face.
Harry’s head was swimming as he looked down at the boy between his legs, his
lipstick was smudge as it spread over his jaw. His eyes crinkled mischievously,
as his hand slid ever so closely against the man’s crotch.
With shaking fingers Harry reached out to cup his chin, slowly moving his thumb
close to the boy’s lip as he wiped away the smudge, in turn causing his red lip
to drag down, as Harry’s breath hitched at the boy’s debauched sight.
Louis lifted himself higher, crawling out from under the table and instead
straddling Harry’s thighs. The man’s hand continued to rest on his cheek as he
released the breath he had been holding. Louis’s dress had ridden up
dangerously high on his thighs, the stockings were stretched tight, releasing
more his tanned skin from the dark cover. “Louis.” Harry breathed out, moving
his other hand to rest on the boy’s thigh.
“Harry.” He giggled in return, shifting his hips forward as he rubbed against
Harry’s bulge, causing both of them to stutter at the blissful sensation.
The man’s hands moved to grip Louis’s hips, as he pulled up the dress to rest
his hands underneath on Louis’s bare stocking covered hips. “How are you so
fucking hot.” He muttered, looking down at their legs, “I mean… fuck.” Harry
breathed out.
Louis giggled flirtatiously, running his hands around Harry’s neck and teasing
the curly hair at the nape of his neck. “I feel the same way.” The boy
whispered, a cheeky glint in his blue eyes, “And not just about myself.” He
joked.
Harry pants were stretched tight, as he couldn’t help himself drinking in the
fantasies of having Louis in his bed. His breath was ragged as he looked at
Louis’s red lips, they brought out the plumpness of his soft skin, he wanted
desperately to close the space and to fill his mouth with Louis’s taste. The
boy rolled his hips again, causing the tight fabric of the dress to ripple
under the strong muscles of his stomach. The boy was staring down at Harry, the
warmth of his body underneath his was driving Louis crazy as he begged for
friction against the constrains of his lacy red underwear.
The man wrapped his hands around the curve of Louis’s lower back, drawing his
chest against his own as both their breaths stuttered at the contact. “I need
you.” Louis whined, dropping his head to his chest as his pushed his thighs up,
to catch his groin on Harry’s stomach.
“Fuck.” The man breathed out again, his hands gripping onto the skimpy hem of
the dress. As he tugged it up. The boy easily understood as he raised his hands
up. The dark satin dragged along Louis’s toned stomach as it bared his tanned
skin and defined v line that revealed a dark trail of hair that disappeared
into a very tight pair of red sexy panties. Harry was moaning at the sight, his
hands instantly falling onto his stomach as he outlined the faint trace of abs
pushing underneath his skin.
Louis tilted his head back as bared his lean neck, the man was caught on the
sight as he leaned forward involuntarily and pushed a deep kiss into the hollow
of his throat. The boy released a whine, his hands tangling in Harry’s thick
strands of hair. “Fuck me.” Lou breathed, almost whimpering as everything was
fuelling him with a strong desire.
Harry wrapped his arms underneath Louis’s arse as heaved him up into his chest
and stood to his feet. The boy gasped, quickly wrapping his legs around his
waist, and grinding his hips down against his firm chest.
The man was stuck on the sight of the boy as he carried him towards the study,
he could barely feel the guilt as he dropped him to the bed, remaining in
between his legs as Louis leaned back into the mattress and arched his back up.
Harry tore through the buttons on his shirt, easily stripping it from his body
and kicking off his socks. He stood to unbuckle his belt as he made the mistake
of looking into the boy’s curious eyes. The man was stopped in his actions as
Louis crawled himself towards him, resting on his knees as he looked up at
Harry.
“Lemme’ help.” Louis murmured, reaching his hands up to snake the belt out of
the loops. He dropped it to the floor with a thunk as he blinked innocently up
at the man before pressing his lips against the swell of his trousers. The man
grunted, trying to hold himself upright. As the boy giggled sweetly, his warm
breaths spreading through Harry’s aching muscles.
Louis captured the metal zipper in between his teeth, before dragging it down
and revealing the navy colour boxers underneath.
The man’s breath came out rushed, his hand sliding through Louis’s dark hair.
The boy tongued at Harry’s cock through his covered underwear, eliciting a hiss
from the man as he gripped firmly at the soft strands.
With clever fingers, Louis shoved Harry’s pants down his legs, dipping his
thumb underneath the waistband of his boxers as he pulled back and gave him a
wink, before pulling the boxers down and causing Harry’s dick to stick out
between them as it flung up to his stomach.
Louis took in the sight of the man’s large cock, he blinked at it. He had only
ever seen two in real life, Phillip’s and his own. But none were this big. He
followed the soft drag of skin over the flushed red head and the dark vein that
clung to the underside. “Your big.” The boy announced, finally looking up to
see a mesmerised Harry.
Desperate to taste him Louis leaned forward, keeping his eyes glued to Harry’s
as he poked his tongue out to touch the tip.
Harry groaned, forcefully shutting his eyes to stop from coming.
The boy grinned, pushing back against the bed as he laid down and bent his
knees up, letting his legs fall open. “Come and fuck me.” He stated, causing
Harry’s eyes to snap open.
With trepidation the man fell to the bed, his hand scrapping up along his
stocking covered legs as he stared at the red satin underwear. He dipped his
fingers underneath the stockings, slowly peeling it from his muscular legs as
it revealed his soft tanned skin.
Harry threw it aside, as he leaned over the boy, bracketing his head between
his strong arms. “Are you sure Louis.” He whispered, flicking his eyes up to
gauge his answer.
The boy was already staring at him with soft eyes, a light blush settled over
his cheeks as he breathed shallowly, his body was strung out and begging
beneath him. “More than anything Harry.” He replied, lifting himself closer as
he pushed his painted lips against the man’s, sharing the rich colour between
them.
The light pressure and hesitance of his lips, had Harry cupping his jaw and
tilting his lips up to deepen the kiss. He softly dragged his lips along his,
nibbling at the delicate taste of his mouth before licking his bottom lip and
silently begging for entry. The boy hummed, opening his mouth as he tangled his
hands through the dark curls of Harry’s hair, dragging him in closer.
The boy wrapped his legs over Harry’s hips, crossing his ankles and pulling the
man’s hips down over his. Causing their groins to grind together, as they
groaned at the sensation.
Harry couldn’t clear the boy from his mind, even with the ever-present concern
of the baby and Imogen’s existence, he couldn’t think past this, and the boy
withering in his arms. He moved a hand down towards the soft lacy panties as he
broke off the kiss to stare down at his poorly concealed cock. The young man’s
dick was pushing out of the top of the red underwear, a drop of pre-cum
glistening up at Harry. He chuckled, dipping down to lick it up as the boy
violently flinched. surprised at the feeling, as he released a loud moan.
“Eager.” The man chuckled, amused.
“Harry!” Louis groaned, his hips thrusting up and begging for friction to his
severely neglected cock.
The man dragged the lacy undies down the boy’s leg, exposing him fully as he
wrapped his fist around his dick and started to slowly pump him. Louis was
moaning softly, his head lolled back and revealed his tempting throat. Harry
had never touched another man, but still couldn’t feel it unusual as he twisted
his wrist at the tip, causing Louis’s voice to echo off the walls in the small
room.
A thought suddenly, froze his movements. “Wait Lou.” He started, frowning at
himself. “I haven’t got anything, Well, I have condoms, but I haven’t got
anything for... you...” He finished awkwardly.
The boy threw him an unimpressed look, he sat up, pressing a kiss to Harry’s
lipstick smudged lips before shoving at his shoulders and standing up. The man
followed his movements as he took in the swell of Louis’s firm arse as he
walked out of the room. Harry sat staring down at his very erect cock once the
boy left the room. He had never thought he would be feeling hard for a boy. He
never had found someone as attractive as Louis.
Moving as fast as possible Louis rushed to his room, grabbing the lube before
bolting his way back to Harry’s room. He was casually trying to catch his
breath as he strutted back into the study, catching Harry’s desire darkened
eyes.
“Come here.” Harry stated, feeling the blood thrum through his body as he
painfully watched Louis taking his time before folding himself against the bed
and smirking smugly up at the man.
The lube was snatched from Louis’s hand as Harry tried desperately to open the
bottle and to get things started. The boy stared at his failed attempt, “Have
you ever even fingers yourself?” He asked, looking at his incompetence.
“No.” Harry muttered, fighting with the cap of the bottle.
Louis snatched it back from him, “Then how are you going to know what to do?”
He complained, easily opening the bottle and generously squirting lube onto his
fingers. He moved onto his knees as he slipped a finger behind himself and
lightly circled his rim.
“Can I at least watch?” The man questioned, feeling uncomfortably hard.
Louis winked, “Of course, love.” He quickly lied back against the bed, running
his hand down his stomach and past his cock to dip into his arse. Harry stared
at the whole process, his thoughts trying to understand as Louis started
scissoring himself and whining as he shoved his fingers at a certain angle and
depth.
It was a few excruciating minutes as Louis lied back panting and thrusting his
arse back onto his lubed up fingers. The man was painfully erected, he
purposefully refrained from jerking himself off so that he would be able to
last inside the boy.
Louis puffed out a deep breath as he removed his hand, he then went for the
bottle again as Harry quickly interjected. “Come on Lou I think your ready.” He
stated, out of breath.
The boy flicked his eyes at him, “I am.” He agreed, “This is for you.”
Cold lube was suddenly being rubbed along Harry’s hot dick as he hissed at the
discomfort, before it was warmed up by Louis’s eager hand. “Fuck.” He breathed,
feeling lube against his cock for the first time. The easy slide had his hips
involuntarily pushing up into the movement.
“Now I think your ready.” Louis whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of the
man’s mouth before laying back against the bed.
Harry stared down at the boy, his skin flushing deep scarlet as he nervously
settled between his thighs. He looked over to Louis’s blue eyes, easily and
loving as they returned a smile that he didn’t even notice was spread over his
own lips until he realised he couldn’t smile anymore than he already was.
He leaned forward, guiding his dick towards the boy’s awaiting arse. He looked
back up to his eyes, asking for permission as the boy only giggled and dragged
his teeth along his bottom lip. Harry slipped the cock head inside, moaning as
it pushed past Louis’s tight ring of muscle.
They both reached out for more as Harry placed his hands on the boy’s hips and
Louis wrapped his legs back around his waist and tugged him forward. Harry
pushed all the way inside, holding still as he settled in deeply, he was
panting as he greedily searched Louis’s lost eyes that kept slipping shut with
pleasure. “Your beautiful.” The man breathed, dragging a hand over the back of
Louis’s neck before leaning down and bringing him into a deep kiss. The action
caused his dick to drag further back as they both moaned into the kiss.
Without hesitance Harry started to pull out all the way before pushing inside,
as the pleasure gutted him with a deep moan. Louis’s body was singing, his
fingers shaking as tingles pulsed along his spine.
Harry set up a slow rhythm, his eyes fluttering as he tried to monitor the
boy’s reactions while fighting off the deep seated pleasure that was brought
out from his body.
Louis’s traced a finger along the man’s dark tattoos, following the wing curve
of a bird perched on his peck. The boy’s curious eyes looked down his chest,
taking in the butterfly sketched over his stomach and the delicate scribbles
that littered down his arms. “I want to mark you.” Louis whispered without
thinking.
The man sputtered out a chuckle, “What?” He asked, halting his thrusts.
“Don’t stop.” Louis whined, tightening his ankles and pulling Harry’s hips in
again.
The man smirked, pulling the boy’s hips harder against his as he shifted the
angle, hitting up against Louis’s prostate. The boy made a broken whimper as he
clawed his nails into Harry’s arms, forcing him to hit the same spot again.
Harry could feel himself shivering at the way Louis’s moans sounded, so
desperate and broken as the pain of his dug-in nails caused soft streaks of red
against his chest. Forcing deep waves of heat to spread through his blood.
The pressure was building up thickly as Louis grunted, his eyes squeezed shut
as he was dying for friction against his strained cock. “Harry, please-” He
begged, his voice faint.
With a smirk lingering over his face, Harry reached between them and tugged on
Louis’s cock. The boy continued to mewl as Harry panted heavily, desperate for
release. Louis could feel his balls tighten as he begun to feel the thick
morphine feeling orgasm wash over him. “Harry.” He panted, “Harry.” Started to
chant, gripping a hand into his dark curls, “Harry.”
The man was falling out of rhythm as his hips stuttered, he rocked faster,
pushing hard into Louis as he felt himself near the edge. He grunted thickly as
he caught sight of Louis’s stretched out throat, the peak of his collar bones
enough to make him cum right then. He fell forward, dragging his lips over the
boy’s neck before sucking a deep bruise into the hollow of his throat. “Fuck.”
The man breathed, feeling his hips involuntarily push forward with ragged
movements. “I’m- I’m fuck.” Harry muttered, clenching his jaw to keep his moan
in.
Louis started to throw himself back into each of Harry’s thrusts, causing the
both of them to whine at the sensation. It was only a few more strokes of
Louis’s cock before he was coming in thick white streaks that painted their
chests and Harry’s fist. The boy dug his head back into the mattress as he
moaned loudly, the breath leaving his chest as the warm numb of pleasure
drenched through his muscles.
Harry came looking at the strung out sight of Louis beneath him, the boy’s
inner muscle tightened around him as they both broke off in moans. The man gave
a few last thrusts, riding out his orgasm before falling on top of the boy and
resting his head in his shoulder. “Fuck.” He whispered, letting his eyes fall
shut.
 
***** Chapter 12 *****
 
The boy giggled, tracing his fingers through Harry’s hair. “I guess I really am
your lady of the night.” He whispered quietly, causing the man’s head to lift
up and stare into his lazily crinkling blue eyes.
“Shit.” Harry muttered, lifting himself up as he slowly pulled out of the boy.
He dropped himself back on the bed, by the boy’s side. They both were breathing
in deeply, trying to catch their breath. Louis was wiggling, feeling the
delightful stretch in his arse. He turned his head to see Harry’s concerned
face.
“Wait here.” Louis whispered, pulling himself to his feet and disappearing out
of the room.
In the empty space Harry fisted his hands in his hair, tugging roughly at the
curls. How could he be so fucking stupid to fuck a child. He was feeling the
guilt and the anger cut through his chest. Louis was only seventeen, barely old
enough to stay at home alone. He had a life of his own, he had that dipshit
boyfriend of his and an education to complete. Harry could feel the fatigue in
his gut as his muscles clenched, his body was thrumming with a mix of pleasure
and discomfort.
The boy came tumbling back inside the room, his cheek coloured a sweet pink
tint as he crawled onto the bed, leaning on his stomach by the man’s side.
“That was fucking amazing Harry.” He whispered, placing a soft kiss to the
corner of his lips.
“I’m sorry Lou-” Harry began before he was cut short by the sound of a lid
popping off. He lifted his head up to stare at the cheeky boy who held a black
marker in his hand. “What are you-”
Louis ran his hand along Harry’s chest, carefully avoiding his other tattoos.
He could feel the warmth and the rush of his blood underneath his skin. The boy
sent him a sweet smile before he gently drew a love heart over the man’s left
peck, right over his racing heart beat. The boy grinned wildly back at him, his
hair a ruffled messily. “I told you I wanted to mark you. So I did.” He
shrugged, capping the texta and throwing it towards the door. He then proceeded
to wrap Harry’s arms around himself and snuggle against his warm chest. He
could feel his sticky cum cling against their firm chests.
Harry was feeling warm, the heat of Louis laying next to causing his stomach to
churn with something sweet yet almost a tempting feeling. He could still feel
the drying ink over his heart as he breathed in the scent of Louis’s hair, he
was holding him against his chest. The boy’s soft breaths were orchestrating
his own as he soothingly ran his fingertips down his bare back.
The man knew that it was wrong, but it didn’t feel wrong. He couldn’t bring
himself to pull away. The young boy nuzzled his cheek against Harry’s chest,
his soft breath causing chills over the man’s stomach.
With great reluctance, Harry sat up, untwining his arms from around the boy as
he let him drop back against the bed. The man stared down at him to see his
lower lip caught between his teeth, the boy’s fingers tracing through the cum
splatter on his chest. Harry then noticed the hickey stained at the base of the
boy’s throat. “We shouldn’t have done that.” Harry stated, his voice not
sounding like his own.
Louis leant up and pushed a kiss against Harry’s parted lips, drawing out a
faint sigh from the man. “I wanted it. You wanted it. If anything it was what
we should have done.” The boy shrugged, lying back in the bed and lifting his
arms above his head, stretching out his taut stomach.
The man ran his hands through his hair stressfully, as he tried to avoid the
sight. “No Louis. Your underage, it’s inappropriate.” Harry continued, looking
down at his very naked body. “I’m twenty nine for fucksakes, I shouldn’t be
with anyone who isn’t my pregnant wife right now.”
The boy’s face dropped at the mention of Immi, he let his hands fold self-
consciously across his stomach. “If she really loved you, then she wouldn’t
have forced you to have a baby.” Louis started quietly before his frustration
stabbed through. “She would have listened to your feelings. Not tied you up.”
Harry swallowed thickly, “How do you know that?”
“I saw the marks on your wrist.” The boy explained with worry in his face.
The man held his head in his hands, “Look, I’m really sorry Louis. This wasn’t
right. I mean you were probably drunk off your face anyway.”
“I wasn’t Harry.” He stated determinedly, “I’m not.”
Harry frowned, “I’ve taken advant-”
“No you haven’t.” Louis screamed, landing a weak punch to Harry’s arm, in
desperation to touch him. “Stop thinking about your fucking self.” He muttered
bitterly, wanting to grab Harry’s face and smash it against his. After their
intimate moment they seemed too far away. “Please don’t call this a mistake.”
The boy finished, looking pleadingly into Harry’s green eyes.
The man breathed in deeply, he knew morals were a thing. Even though they
seemed to becoming flimsier and flimsier the longer he spent with Louis. “I
can’t be Phillip.” Harry whispered, hoping that the boy would make the
connection on his own without needing to spell it out directly.
Louis’s eyebrows dented in confusion, “I’m not asking you to be.” He shrugged.
“I can’t-” Harry sighed, looking painfully to the side as he avoided Louis’s
innocent eyes. “I can’t- this.” He gestured to the drawn on love heart above
his heart.
“I’m not asking you to.” The boy whispered, understanding completely. “Just
like I won’t give up my future for you.”
Harry nodded stiffly, feeling like shit as the boy curled in on himself even
more. “I’m sorry I wasn’t clear about my feelings before we… had sex.” The word
sounding like acid from his mouth rather than the sweet love that it was.
“Not the first time.” The boy spat, standing to his feet as he grabbed his
remaining clothes and started to leave. “Wait Lou-”
The boy spun on his heels, “Just let me leave Harry.” He urged, “I can’t
fucking hear you legally cover your arse any longer. If you want me to sign
some fucking paper, than just give it to me tomorrow, I need to be alone right
now.”
The guilt twisted painfully in the man’s stomach as he watched the boy storm
out of his room, and listened to him turn on the shower. Harry lied back
against the bed, trying to forget everything, but found it near impossible as
the dried cum on his stomach kept reminding him of Louis’s sweet wide eyes as
he came with a broken whine.
Louis wasn’t a mistake. Harry wanted the boy to know this. But what they did
together, was a mistake. Their heads and hearts were in different positions.
Harry cannot abandon his marriage and child for a hollow relationships with
some young boy. He rolled onto his side, kicking the sheet up over his bare
body. He had to settle down. He couldn’t be exploring gay relationships and
falling in love with messy hair and alluring blue eyes. He had to become a
better man than his father was. He had to dedicate his life to this child and
his wife. There was no point trying to be subtle with Louis about this. Of
course the boy must know that he cannot be in love with a teenager.
Harry assumed that he would be feeling sick afterwards. That shoving his dick
up another man’s arse would cause demons to flare up. But instead he became
curious about how it would feel, and what the boy would taste like. He had to
squeeze his eyes open violently to stop himself from imaging it all over again,
and risk sporting a boner. After all, he wasn’t some dirty faggot.
Instead Harry laid his hand over his heart, his finger tracing the outline of
Louis’s mark as he felt his stomach flutter at the sweet gesture. No one had
ever showed him that much care and appreciation, not even Immi. He groaned in
frustration not wanting to compare the two, who were in complete stark
difference. He felt a gnawing thought of ruining this for Louis, for ever. He
disregarded the gesture of love and used him.
Louis felt like drowning himself under the water. He couldn’t cleanse Harry
from his skin. The soft trace of his fingers a constant reminder over his body.
His arse was sore, he wasn’t used to someone as big as Harry, but it was
soothing pain that took away the sharp wire-like feeling that circled around
his heart.
He felt betrayed, not that he should be surprised. Harry was a man with a
family, he had a job and twelve years on him. He wouldn’t be interested in
anything more than a quick fuck. Louis wrapped his arms around his stomach,
holding himself together as he clawed his nails into his soft skin. He felt
Harry’s warm cum slip down his thigh, the feeling crushing his chest. He had
ruined everything, he had probably lost Harry’s friendship for his selfish
desire. The man would probably move out and go back to Imogen. All because
Louis couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
The boy was staring up into the spray, letting it drenched over his body. He
kept his mouth shut, not breathing as he felt his chest constrict. He felt
oddly destructive. He couldn’t care what anyone else thought, he stepped out of
the shower and quickly dried off his body. He wrapped the towel around his
waist before he caught sight of the hickey at the hollow of his throat. He felt
his stomach sink. He would need to hide it from Phillip. He had cheated on
Phil. Guilt swamped him as he blinked back the stressful tears streaking his
cheeks.
The boy wrapped himself up in his covers as he laid in his bed. He had worn his
longest pyjamas and tried to clear his thoughts of Harry.
He kept tossing over throughout the night, unable to fall asleep. Harry was
distracted in a similar way he kept feeling the boy’s soft hands running
through his hair and sharing his breath. They both wondered whether it was a
mistake.
 
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